The next morning,
we hung out in our pajamas,
as this boy chattered away,
telling us everything he knew about his family.
He had special words for Grandpa
(his most favorite friend)
with a few left over for the rest of us.
Then, there were showers and departures,
and girl-time in our favorite kind of place,
plus a chic-flick in our local theater.
Then there was time to check in on Grandma,
and sweet moments to think on this woman who raised us,
her strength belied by frailty of bone and muscle.
Then, leftovers for dinner,
and games,
in the cozy aftermath of all there is to be thankful for.
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