Bring Something to Share (Sing along!) Disclaimer: Just for fun. Not my family.😉 )
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: All our hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Two party lines Most with hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Three basted birds Two party lines Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines And still hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Eight tipsy members Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines Fewer hearts filled with thanks to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Nine knock-down-drag-outs Eight tipsy members Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines And some hearts wondering, why are we here?
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Ten football rivals Nine knock-down-drag-outs Eight tipsy members Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines And more hearts wondering, why are we here?
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Eleven players playing Ten football rivals Nine knock-down-drag-outs Eight tipsy members Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines And the kids’ hearts all glad to be here.
On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us: Twelve-midnight snacking Eleven players playing Ten football rivals Nine knock-down-drag-outs Eight tipsy members Seven women cleaning Six guys on sofas
Five Biased Spats
Four kinds of carbs Three basted birds Two party lines
This is true. Last Thursday, this lovely refugee soul entered my class, an absolute vision in purple. Due to recent surgery from a retina tear and detachment, as well as detached macula, I cannot see from my right eye. She hugged me, and then used her translator app to speak this most sincere, generous sentiment. I couldn’t hold back tears. Amazing heart.
Mondays On Mondays we enjoy a meal with family, and it’s ideal – even when the food ain’t great that sits there smirking on our plate. The love we share is the appeal.
Tuesdays Tuesday mornings I’m content immersed in weekly blessed event of breakfast with each granddaughter. Our one-on-one constructs a cotter, bonding hearts in time well spent.
Thursdays My school-year Thursdays are the chance to teach my heart the steps to dance with women I would not have known, and through whose cultures I have grown. Their love is huge. My life, enhanced.
Fridays Each final Friday, there’s a date for cousin’s lunch, and I can’t wait. We’ll keep it up year after year, won’t let whatever interfere. It keeps us bonded, and that’s great!
Saturdays Any college football day tends to chase my blues away. (Except for a specific blue: that one with maize that passes through.) Love my scarlet and my gray!
Sundays Sunday mornings spent in church singing, praising, heartfelt search through all the evidence of God who we can know, and see, and laud. (Sometimes Keith’s out catching perch. 😉)
Days unnamed, not unembraced, leave ample time to just be graced with quiet time to read or rhyme, or stuff that’s hard, but must be faced.
How dissimilarly we are wired. How varied, the ways we’re inspired. We think as we do, Due to all we’ve been through, For we’re products of what has transpired.
These are just a few of the stories of war-weary refugee friends of mine. These few don’t express but an infinitesimal spec of the havoc war wreaked on our planet in the time it took me to pen this poem. What we humans are willing to do to fellow humans is unspeakably horrific.
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