I am truly blessed,
This long awaited weekend,
Away from fast paced,
Has been the perfect recharge,
Let’s hope the battery stays.
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By our sunset gate,
The Mother of Exiles weeps –
Weeps for her children,
Both for the fearful elder,
And the youngest just off shore.
What amazes her:
Fear is no substitute for,
“The New Colossus,”
And the elder’s prejudice,
Does not ring true in her heart.
No, not in this house.
Here, at this Golden Doorway,
We do bathe in fear,
Nor do we take in those ships
Whose standard bears such hatred.
With these silent lips-
Nay, they cannot be silent!
We are guardians!
Tempest-tost we may have been,
But now we hold high the torch!
Happy Thanksgiving!
To my family and friends:
May your day be bright,
Your stomachs full of food, but~
Remember: eat dessert first!
Like a well run dry
I have no more energy.
Efforts great and small
I watch as you discard them
Shoes squishing my everything.
I do not recall
My first thought in the morning
Or the night before
So I go about my day
Forgetting to buy shampoo
How could this happen?!
Beyond this cruel deck called life,
You were still with us.
Rest in peace Doctor Yolo
Our quarantine specialist.
Banana and toast
Honey and peanut butter
Open faced sandwich
Simple in execution
And a delicious breakfast
A broken lute string
Among an empty old pub
Our harmony lost
Your sympathy heals me not
Center stage a mournful tree
Come and join me here
Gather around the camp fire
Share a song or two
Spread cheer and chocolate squares
Between s’mores cooked golden brown.
tis not everyday
you come home to a surprise
but today i did
and i must say thank you zac
to the good times together