Summer by Adel J. Cardor

                                     Oh summer, how I love your warm enclosure  How sad I will be when it is over  Seeing kids playing  Your days are never-ending....  Life without you would be such bore  In a classroom with your feet still, on the floor  I go to bed happy as can be  Another fun day tomorrow is guaranteed   
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Thanksgiving Cheer

 Thanksgiving is here, an escape provides

A time with family, away from isolation, solitary confinement and distressing of thoughts

Everywhere we turn the news is ugly


The numbers are rising as the death toll is counted

In thousands they say, as the systems in place

So shaken and stretched as cries for help pandemic


2020 brought in its wake recession and depression

Though 2019 to blame

Suicides and deaths all time is high


Greetings and hugging, conversation of catch up

Turkey in season, table talks today

Prayers we say for the few times we stay


May our hearts rejoice in the midst of this turmoil

Grateful for the lives we have and those we saved 

Hard to smile when all the chatter is sadness and despair


Elections came and went, confusion and chaos predicted but alas, not so much was realized

Our souls delight and our hearts be glad 

Birth of a new dawn

A new year is promised


Vaccines are here, almost in time 

Next year is upon us, hopeful we remain

In all things we give thanks as nothing else befit  

To all and sundry thanksgiving cheer we inspire 

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