30 Days of Thanks Nov 21
It is the night before Thanksgiving and there are no smells of baking, our first empty nest holiday with not even a pie in the making.
Our children are in their own homes all nestled in their beds, with visions of their own traditions swirling round in their heads.
Their papa and I are exploring new ground, we're not used to our children not being around.
Tomorrow will bring football and a turkey still the same, but not much else exciting will happen besides the game.
I expect we'll jump at the ring of our cells, expectations of their voices make our hearts swell.
It's bittersweet this time, this year...but we anticipate not too long and we'll all once again be near.
Until then we'll make it through all right, Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.
Our children are in their own homes all nestled in their beds, with visions of their own traditions swirling round in their heads.
Their papa and I are exploring new ground, we're not used to our children not being around.
Tomorrow will bring football and a turkey still the same, but not much else exciting will happen besides the game.
I expect we'll jump at the ring of our cells, expectations of their voices make our hearts swell.
It's bittersweet this time, this year...but we anticipate not too long and we'll all once again be near.
Until then we'll make it through all right, Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.
Read this one on facebook first. I missed being with you! I think your poem was very clever too!
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