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BETH NIELSEN CHAPMAN
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Years
I went home for Christmas
To the house that I grew up in
Going back was something after all these years
I drove down Monterey Street
And I felt a little sadness
When I turned left Laurel and the house appeared
And I snuck up to that rocking chair
Where the winter sunlight slanted on the screened-in porch
And I stared out past the shade tree
That my Daddy planted on the day that I was born
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And I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Across the street the Randol's oldest daughter must have come home
Her two boys built a snowman by the backyard swings
I thought of old man Randol
And his Christmas decorations
And how he used to leave them up till early spring
And I thought of all the summers
That I paced that porch and swore I'd die of boredom there
And I thought of what I'd give to feel another summer linger
Where a day feels like a year
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Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice was laughing
As she called back to my daddy, ";Come and look who's here";
And I thought about years
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