Thanksgiving Poetry

Roses are
Red,

Violets are
Blue,

We're puking our guts out
with some kind of
stomach bug,
cancelling our trip to see
Drew, Sarah and Jude for Thanksgiving,
and Heidi's grandfather may
go into the hospital for an indefinite amount
of time today.

Okay, it's not beautiful or poetic but then again neither is this week. But we have been blessed with the opportunity to care for Heidi's grandfather who selflessly provided for Heidi through difficult times in her childhood with no expectation of anything in return. The other night at dinner he said that there is no other place he'd rather be. And if I'm going drag around the house carrying an emergency trash can, there's no other place I'd rather be than with my family.