Rows of lights
to see in the dark
Rows of steps
to test your heart
Rows of windows
Rows of bricks
A place to come when you get sick.
Flying proud for all the see
the flag of the brave and the free.
Thank you for all your kind words and prayers.
Hubby is home but can't work his chair.
He's a lefty so they cut on the right
His recliner's right handed
It's a sad sight.
But he can shoot when he is well
and won't blow his ICD all to hell-o
Say hi to Pat
She's got rows
Imagine that!
