History

KT Phillips Writes


Porch swings in oak trees

Tall tales and memories

Syrupy sweet and dark

They have always left their mark

Voices rise and fall

Hands held through it all

Remembering life together

We made it no matter the weather

And when this talk is done

Stones unturned, there will be none

And there will be no mystery

Just the love shared in our history

©KT Phillips

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