Musings by The Poet Loriet
Family Togetherness
This is the day,
cold and blustery,
to wear jammies til noon.
We snack on popcorn and hot cocoa
as the aroma of a potroast,
seeping in its juices
fills our loving home.
We curl up in afghans,
reading books,
drawing pictures...
together,
yet each of us alone
daydreaming
our quiet thoughts...
These are such simple moments,
yet we're creating memories
which will become
etched upon our hearts
forever,
golden treasures,
not bought,
but homemade.
This day breeds
the unmistakable
feeling
of a heart hug.
Lori Beal
cold and blustery,
to wear jammies til noon.
We snack on popcorn and hot cocoa
as the aroma of a potroast,
seeping in its juices
fills our loving home.
We curl up in afghans,
reading books,
drawing pictures...
together,
yet each of us alone
daydreaming
our quiet thoughts...
These are such simple moments,
yet we're creating memories
which will become
etched upon our hearts
forever,
golden treasures,
not bought,
but homemade.
This day breeds
the unmistakable
feeling
of a heart hug.
Lori Beal
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Family Togetherness
Family Togetherness