I remember all the hot hot summer nights, sweat
rolling off us all, putting my kids to bed upstairs, wish wishing there would
come some kind of small breeze in through our night.
After getting them
situated in various places,with the various needs, foot massages, stories,
drinks, mishaps, struggles and end-of-day emotions, the older one heading up
while the younger two were settling down,
well then I'd sit in the hallway with
my 12 string, my song books, and they would make their requests.
This was
always on the docket, with the youngest ones pealing away from their beds, the
sweet story of Stewball, 'come a dancing and a prancing, out ahead of them all'
.
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