Sabbath Morning rolled around.
In my hurry and rush it went unnoticed.
Pulling, wrapping, lifting, packing
Could not walk past my tree.
Keep busy walking and loading
Find the missing dolly!
Label, label, wrap, wrap
Tug and load, it's gotten cold.
Small morning hours when
Thoughts are crowded,
Comes the signal,
We are done.
Driving home in chilly darkness
Sorrow of completion overwhelms;
I miss my tree!
Keep it safe, wherever it may be.
Loved this, Debbie. I'm sure your tree was amazing. I've had lots of friends that were able to go and I've heard nothing but the best of compliments on Festival this year. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteIt truly was beautiful. I was so happy to have seen it in person. What a great tribute to sweet Joseph and an amazing help to so many little kids and families. So sad....but glad you can breathe a little (yeah right, eh!) Hee hee. Gorgeous!
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