What I'm Thankful For
In this crazy year,
there has been a lot of fear.
But through all of the tears we've shed,
due to all the loved ones that are now dead,
we've all grown in our own ways.
As I sit on my deck I reflect on it all.
I'm thankful for my favorite season; fall.
She's a sweaters and spice latte kind of gal.
I like to think she is my best pal.
I'm thankful for her gentle breeze and falling leaves.
I love the thick long sweater sleaves.
2020 I love the most despite all of the crazy things happening right now.
Class of 2020 graduated and took their final bow.
But through it all,
I'll always be thankful for fall.
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