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The Warmth I Miss - Nov. 29, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 29, 2024
  • 1 min read

in those days four grandparents

one grandmother’s sister

an aunt uncle and cousin

mom dad two brothers one sister

gathered for Thanksgiving


upstate New York guaranteed

some measure of chill in making

the journey from our car to

my aunt and uncle’s front door


and then the warmth hit

hugs cooking food and faces

a gathering of the clan to share

mounds of sustenance and carving

another notch in the belt of our history


today I text both my brothers

and wish their families

a cheerful time at the table

while I sit in a sun-filled

chair in my backyard


the type of warmth

I’ve enjoyed since everyone

went their separate ways


but not the kind

I’ve been thinking about

the older I get


 
 
 

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