Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Tink-tink

The glass wind chimes tink-tinked in the breeze

That moved through the open windows

Of that house, so secure, in the trees.

I had money and I had you.

Tink-tink

Tink-tink

Quiet afternoons, shameless in our youth.

Eating, dressing, going out…all done well.

I’m glad we made it, to remember this.

I think I’ll email you an old picture.

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