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We can see forever
Up here on the eighth floor…
The birds, the lake,
The Florida clouds and more.
This little place has become
Our refuge, our hideaway, our home.
It is a place to return to
When there is nowhere else to roam.
The blue walls and sandy carpet
Bring Florida inside each day.
The Tampa Bay woodwork
Reminds us of the bridge, The Skyway.
The hutch and the Waterford
Bring Munie* into our midst.
Her memory is sweet…
A gentle face to be kissed.
The Last Supper painting
And the clock on the wall
Bring Bernardine to us.
She blesses us all.
And Maba is here, too,
In blue and white dishes…
In pitchers and family pieces…
She fills my heart with wishes.
And Margret’s here, too,
Bernie’s sweet little sis…
Her picture, the lovely linens
She can’t be dismissed.
My children and grands
Float around on the walls.
Memories of their laughter
Fill our short halls.
And our memories hold it up
Surrounding us here and there.
Photos, common things, the stuff
That says, “Life is dear.”
I look at Bernie there
Sitting on the lanai…
High above Lake Grassy,
And a tear comes to my eye.
We are so blessed
And a smile fills my face.
The world is so full of strife now,
But none of that is in our place.
Today in the heat
There is a stillness on Lake Grassy.
A slight breeze and humid heat
Make this lake glassy.
We are home and still.
Our hearts are full of love and peace.
Here on Lake Grassy,
We share Life. We’re at ease.