A Hot Sunday Afternoon...

Every one of us was looking for a shady place this hot Sunday afternoon

She was sleeping very deeply

Nothing could disturb her at all...!

All the pretty Streets and Corners...

We walked the streets of Charleston
And we watched the little one's play.
You reached out and grabbed my hand
Said we can bring ours here someday.



...and here we are today! :-)


read the whole poem here