Giggle
laughter breaks over the livingroom
soft chuckles echo in the doorways
funny memories build a fire in this family
ticklish children warm our hearts
Quaker
In the meeting house he stands.
His own religion I imagine
of oats and oatmeal.
Or Pennsylvania years gone by.
My father, a shaker soul.
random sign we saw while driving Rapture Time
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