Summer Day
Baby's-breath tickling your feet
Pick a bunch in the summer sun
Give them to the next person you meet
Revel in the smell of the grass
Sit at your papa's memorial bench
Kneel before it and make your own mass
Place flowers from the hands you clench
Smile and return to the fun
Remember it all
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