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If
He Were Here
by Velma M. Carlson
If he were here, he would rake the leaves.
Then carry them out under the trees;
He would trim the bushes and mow the lawn
Pick up the sticks – work all day long.
He loved his home, took lots of pride
Young for his hears, so fast in his stride.
He was always alert to all he did
Kind and loving and quick to forgive
We were always together when the day was done;
Then we’d watch TV – it was always fun.
He would rest in his easy chair at nite
And remark of his lawn – how it looked so nice!
We say side by side; it was nice to relax.
Just he and I, there was nothing we lacked.
We had each other, our world was complete
So in the “great Somewhere” I know we shall meet..
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
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