Tradition

In my family,
Every thanksgiving.
Even when we had to be on zoom,
Miles away, 
But still so close.
We write down,
All the things we are grateful for.
Every grateful has its own paper,
Lined by a beautiful scrap,
We found somewhere.
So when we are feeling sad,
We look at our gratefuls,
Lining the dining room walls.
To remind ourslelves,
That not all is lost,
And we are not alone.
 
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Amelia_v

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19 years old

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    In fact, 

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    Black out poem

    before he'd left

    i could find things

    because i knew 

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    My mind

    I wished I knew all the right things to say. 

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    I wanted to always be enough.

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