Gone South

You know how

some folks leave

at the crack of dawn?

Um, no.

We piddle around

and play on the computer

and remember 9 last

minute absolute necessities.

By 10:00 we’ll be

barreling down I-35

headed to home.

It’ll always be home.

There’ll be hugs and

laughter and sadness,

playing with a new baby

and pie

It’s the place

and the people

who sent us forth.

We’ll carry them

back to Ohio

after our days

of giving thanks

to the God who sustains us.

This is my father's family (he's the bored kid in front in the white shirt and tie). My grandmother is the tall woman in white, standing in the back. To her right is my grandfather.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

See you on Sunday!