~ My Sweet Steph~
~ My Sweet Steph~
Sitting home in my cozy chair
I hear a special knock at my door
I turn to look and see your sweet
face peeking there.
Hugs with great emotion
tears to fill my eyes
such a pleasant visit
a simply sweet surprise.
Always an act of kindness
like a flowery fragrant mist,
or an aromatic dab or two
always California's best.
I’ll hold dear in my memory
the time you spent with me.
Soon one day I’ll see you
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