It’s hard not to love the world. A small boy at Dunkin’ Donuts all blue eyes - tousled hair curls his toes on the rung of his chair waves at me through the glass. Leaving Dunkin’, one dad holds the door for another as his daughter spins in her red skirt and her dark curls fly in a little girl’s flirt. Saturdays with her dad. How can I not love this routine weekend trips with children? Media so rarely features bliss, family outings, courtesy better than a kiss is the kindness and joy that hold us here.
SATURDAYS
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9 responses to “SATURDAYS”
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Another great poem Cindy. Love it. Makes me miss seeing people everyday in our before Covid life.
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I love your poetry…this short piece is so beautiful…
Michael Cover 202-277-5692
On Mon, Feb 22, 2021 at 10:47 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” It’s hard not to love the world. A small boy > at Dunkin’ Donuts all blue eyes – tousled hair curls his toes on the rung > of his chair waves to me through the glass. Leaving Dunkin’, one dad > holds the door for another as his daughter spins in ” >
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I love this. 💕
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Wonderful, Cynthia, and so true!
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You are so kind! Thank you.
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Thank you, Michael! Love you.
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Thank you, Michael! Love you.
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Thank you, Suze. I miss in-person life too.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
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