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A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
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“Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.” — Henry Van Dyke I am thankful for my full belly after dinner, shared with all my family, finally together again following quarantine decree. I am thankful that we survived the scourge and lived to celebrate another Thanksgiving where traditions dominate. I am thankful for the smell of Grammy's turkey dressing, the feel of all those hugs around the room, and the glow on all these faces, not achieved through lens of Zoom. Notes ▼ |
Aromas from the kitchen feed the bonds of family, as Mama starts to blend and knead the dough for baking spree. When stench of baby's diaper alerts her in the night, she soothes her cranky customer without a speck of spite. When our creative spirits bloom, the sticky fingerprints adorn the walls of ev'ry room with hue of peppermints. We thank the Lord for all of these and many more fond memories. Notes on the Hymnal Measure form of poetry ▼ |