Eleven-eighteen PM. I think I might have a haiku in me...or three.
Homesweet
such a splendid night
roast a perfect medium
wine the perfect red
four generations
so glad to be together
all talking at once
in the room downstairs
a grandson sleeping over
three months a long time
Eleven-twenty-eight. Possibly a new record for poeming and posting!
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