Finally! Morning glories are growing. How grateful I am to have a husband who doesn't mind planting flowers and tending them for me. It's hard to believe that the holiday season is upon us, and once again, all the ideas for homemade gifts I had last season will have to wait till next season to get done. It's not too late to prepare my heart, though, to receive my family as they come for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Here's a poem:
Picturing your faces as you look in through the door
Your eyes searching mine to see my pleasure
To see if I am still Mom
Picturing you coming in through the door
looking around to see if things are the same,
if there is a turkey, or tree, or treat
Picturing you sitting, remembering,
picking up the photo albums, laughing,
wondering where those years went
Picturing each of you in years ahead
when I may not see you as often
as you spend time making memories
with your own families
Picturing me, now, smiling, hands raised
in praise to God
for this season of my life
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