it was a lovely day
in the neighborhood.
the sky was blue,
and the possibilities endless.
the sun was shining brightly
as i woke today.
nothing could get to me-
but somehow, some way
the storm clouds
rolled in.

Every faded sweater in the closet-
the red ones were my favorite.
that house with a trolley
to a land of make believe
was my second childhood home.
transported through a tunnel
to a world of
puppets and dreams
everything worked out with
love and peace.
those visits ended too soon-
when we were taken back to
mister rogers living room.

and at the end of it all
he played his piano-
telling us he'd
be back tomorrow.

but today,
fred stopped playing.

02/27/2003

Author's Note: for those of you uninformed, mister rogers died in the early morning today.

Posted on 02/28/2003
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