She thinks of the days passing by.
She hopes for better things to come.
Someday, she would write another poem.
Maybe talk about her pretty dog Noki
And her pet Oreo.
Maybe she would cultivate a vegetable garden
More than the ornamental planted there.
She talks about finding more books to read.
More book reviews to write about.
Simple things that make life what it is.
Simple things that make one happy.
Joy is contagious when shared.
The laughter, the smiles, and conversations
Deep into the night.
She dreams one more time.
That life will treat her well
As the days go by.
Dreams And Escapes 
All good dreams Arlene.
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Thanks Kavitha! Howdy?
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All good. All the better for Friday. 🤗🌺💐
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If life does not treat you well, life loses.
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True Cindy! Thanks 🙂
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A nice poem about your life, Arlene. You sum up your hopes and aspirations very well.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks a lot Pete. Just playing with words.
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What about Nate? 🙂
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He will always be there. When they came here the other Friday, we talked of Christmas. He said, “I’ll be back Nonna”.
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🙂 I knew you’d have a way of saying you don’t have to dream about him
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Nate is a constant in my life Derrick. And we always get in touch. Thanks again!
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“One more time!” 🙂
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🙂
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The simple life is the richest, isn’t it?
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I think so too Elizabeth 🙂
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