Afternoon delight
By Cynthia S.
Finally home at four,
stumble in the door
Gracie’s on the floor
sleeping.
The sun has ravaged me.
no breeze goes through the tree
I really need iced tea
with lemon.
To the shower I go
dropping clothes I know
eventually I’ll stow
in the hamper.
Cool water o’er my head
I guess that I’m not dead
dry off, then I’m led
to my recliner.
Elevate sore feet,
George and Gracie meet,
great afternoon treat,
we’re napping.
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