and the child becomes the mother

"I miss you". "Mom, I was just there an hour ago!" "I know...I just miss you".

memories...

Thanksgiving day with my family, reminds me... how much has changed and how much remains the same. We each have our own recollection of Thanksgivings past, mine back to when my mother was the "grand marshall of the parade". My sister-in-law reminisced to back when her son was just a question mark in the guest book. My nieces grown into adulthood with lives full of responsibilities and problems to solve. The new batch of littles, with nothing to interfere with the pure joy they feel as they explore the magical world of Chetwin Terrace. My daughter hovering somewhere in the midst of both those worlds.

like the curtain came down before the end of the play

I used to think that people didn't need
their moms so much after they grew up.
But I've realized that's not true.
So often, when I'm making a decision,
I wish you were here
so I could ask your advice.

And so many times,
when something happens
that I know you would enjoy,
I wish you were here
to share it with me.

Now that I'm older
I've realized how special our relationship was.
And while I'm thankful for that bond,
somehow it makes me miss you more..

A Thanksgiving Poem

Twas the night of Thanksgiving, and I just couldn't sleep
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned-- the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.

So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
yams and corn, green beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
when all of a sudden, I rose off the ground!

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of egg nog and a handful of pie

But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please!

Ode to Winter

Short, but the best piece of English literature I've seen in quite a while...

" WINTER "

a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre....

Shit......it's cold!!!!!!

In Thanksgiving

We Send You Our Blessings