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My morning was dampened with the frigid air

I couldn't get my makeup right, nor my hair

I'd slept too late, mom had been up for hours

There wasn't enough hot water to take a shower



All I wanted to do was go back to bed

Mom told me we had to leave instead

When we got there, I carried all the food

I really, really wasn't in a good mood.



Then the front door opened, we went inside

I was squeezed in a hug and nearly died.

My family chatted about me, clucking their tongues

The scent from the kitchen cuddled my lungs



We gathered at the table - the first time in years

The adults watched football and drank their beers

Sharing past memories and ones that were to come

I'm glad I have the family that I came from.