reminisces happy and sad
some cocoa bittersweet
others just bitter and bad
a walk with my grampa
by the hazel-eyed lake
gestalt completeness
so much good I ache
grama didn't cook and
that was fine with me
sardine toast by the fire
was haute gastronomy
Sunday with mom could
be very hit or miss
alone, sad and afraid
or Dunkin donut bliss
dad sundays were hard
with scary angry blaming
never a day of rest from
all his relentless shaming
his wife's winter winds
storms raged fit to burst
Its wrath trained on me
the Lord's day was the worst
they took all, left nothing
but pain in their wake
To find my Zen meant
going back to the lake
Michigan is healing
for all the hurt I hold
in her weathered waves
my grief and hurt enfold
Pieces of peace she makes
once again new and whole
a balm for broken self
salve for a tattered soul
And that brings us to the
glad days of endless sun
summer winds with me dance
we got blues on the run
in jolly boyfriend time
picnics and raspberry wine
at beloved grampa beach
glowing warm, fair and fine
with the wee ones we go
back to the lake to play
swims and dune adventures
a quintessentially perfect day
Now I sit on gray Sunday
penning verses in the rain
come fill my parting glass
sing lovely blue-day refrain
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