Aglow

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Upon the green of shamrock flower

I rest with heart aglow

For every year it brings its light

As memories overflow.

Upon the four-leaf-clover bright

As luck would paint it still

A treasured day of meaning shared

Forever act of will.

And toasts abound with rosy cheer

A nod to us unknown

It is our day that others’ mark

A keepsake all our own.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, March 17, 2017.

Image: Shamrocks from Girl from the Hills Blog.

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