You tease and play
always a jester
While the aroma of
Home, long ago,
fills each room
one
by one...
I looked at you
Standing in the kitchen
and I knew
I would always love
Your smile
Your laugh
Your touch...
Thanksgiving
Gratitude runs thick
like cold, raw oil
And I'm most grateful
to have you
in my life.
Angela J. Schleicher © 2008
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