The Scent of Giving

In the early twilight of the morning we rise.
Just before the dawn.
We wake, to the scent of giving.
All the moms and daughters are up and about.
Together busy in there culinary delights.
The room full with the scent of delicious preparations.
What bounty to receive, a gift in the scent.
My mom gives what she has.
My daughter does her best.
What we give often is never enough.
What we say, is how we do.
Our nurturing best is who we are.
The aroma rises, and I am home.
Full of love, all the family is home.
We are together around the table, talking to each other.
Giving what we have, around the scent of giving.
And in that one day, we thank all.
We are together on this day, always.
And remember those, left behind.
We are giving thanks, always and forever.

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