Answering to belated birthday messages is a pleasurable task, really, and in the midst of it I managed to pull together, within minutes, a poem about my still-living siblings and I. There’s no real spiritual content here. It’s light and it serves a purpose. Untitled, here it is.
We’re just a bunch of peachy, beachy kids
“Peach” because we picked them before they hit the skids
We harvested just about everything, you bet
And “beach” because our summers meant getting wet
We had a blast at playing
