Poetry

The adventure is over

The excitement ebbs

Exhaustion settles in

Memories remain

Pictures taken

Only tell a portion

Of the story

And so life begins

At home once again

The activity draining

The sights amazing

The walking tedious

The steps dangerous

But oh how I would not change

This experience for all the world

The first taste was divine

The flavours so simple

So delightful

Melding together so wantonly

Fresh has always been

The new Yum!

Sitting in a cafe

Waiting for food

The thrill of adventure

Begins to build

The plane awaits

Our destination is not to be missed

New things to learn

Foods to taste

Jet lag will not deter me

The gifts ripped open

Parents still sleepy

having been woken

by the excited ones!

Coffee in hand

they watch in mild joy

as the excitement builds.

As a bonus

they receive ugly

handmade… things

expressing as only

children can

the love felt

for the news toys.

Merry Christmas!

I never thought of myself as lucky.

My understanding of luck

was of things I could not control.

Now I know I am very lucky

to be blessed

with things I can not own!

The cheer can be false

but the true ones ring out.

The laughter and the smiles

and the ones who actually see you!

To enjoy the holidays

is a mission in itself.

One which the success of it

no one will know

until the completion of the feast

upon the special day!

The market is up.

The cards are ready.

Time for the broth.

Now I am steady.

What greeting shall I use?

Nope!

I think I’ll go to bed!

Once upon a time

people survived by their wits

Luck had a hand

but learning and observing was required.

Now a days people

merely survive.

What learning have You done lately?

It’s a turkey feather?

A child’s project.

It looks like a potato

that wants to swim.

It’s adorable.

But only to a parents eyes!