To the Year

   
To the year that the turkey caught fire,

And I stuffed the wrong end,

The year the bread didn’t rise,

The year that our family was able to gather, both moms at our table,

The year that things were tough,

And the year that things were perfect,

The year that love came…and stayed. 

For each of those years, and each one to come,

I give thanks. 

  


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