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I'm thankful for my cozy home
With thermostats in every room.
The frost I see is in the yard...
Are not my windows Thermo-guard?
But oh, sometimes it would be good
If just once more my feet could race
'Cross chilly floors to that warm place
Where biscuits baked and apples stewed,
oatmeal cooked and coffee brewed,
And best of all -- where Mama stood!
6 comments:
Ain't that the truth - oh to wake up on the weekends to strange music playing and possibly dad's head sticking in my doorway saying, 'Tennis?'.
That makes me cry. I don't think I have ever seen you with your hair like that.
jennifer
Oh I love this picture. I love that poem too. Is that you?
I have my bangs up in 4 bobby pin curls.
Yes, i like that poem. didn't you post that somewhere or is it in your house somewhere - where have i seen it?
You look like a cross between karlee and kelsey at that table. such a cute picture of gramma, too.
...HEY, dad never asked ME to play tennis >:o I think that started after I moved out.
Yes I have that poem on a little box in my kitchen. Seems so so long ago.
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