Reblogged from my son’s and my joint poetry blog, mondosedoka.com
All along our walk,
Knox selects sticks and carries
them home, holding them aloft.
~
He knows winter comes
and possessing a warm heart
wants to assure yours won’t freeze.
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aholdingplace 
He wants a warm fire! How smart. 🙂
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I can picture Knox and you so easily from these poems. Hi to A from me!
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I can picture Knox and you so easily from these poems. Hi to A from me!
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Mother and son poetry—what could be better? And apparently he’s a fan of Knox! True love ❤️
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