THANKSGIVING DREAM SONNET

Cranberries cooking in a cozy kitchen;
Voices carrying on conversations
In every corner; the scent of pies, then
The scent of turkey; toddling grandsons;
And my grandfather…wait…he is long gone
And this scene is painted Rembrandt orange
On sunrise cumulus; Arizona dawn
Campground; alone; without a door hinge
To squeak or girl to love; I only own a
hurt…wait…that too is long gone; I am now
The grandfather back east. Arizona
Faded, as I too fade. I’m glad times allow
Returns to cozy kitchens, but this too
Will pass, until I finally wake with You.

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