A Daughter's Thanksgiving Harvest of Love

Pops on Thanksgiving 2023

In the quiet halls of autumn's grace,

A daughter's love, a sacred space.

Beneath the amber glow of thanks,

A tale unfolds, in heartfelt ranks.

Beside the hearth, where embers dance,

A father's spirit, in a fragile trance.

Yet, still, he breathes, a resilient flame,

A living testament, love's sweet refrain.

Through corridors of time and care,

She walks beside him, light as air.

His steps may falter, but love endures,

A bond unbroken, as the heart assures.

In the tapestry of moments, worn and frayed,

A daughter's love, in every shade.

Through laughter lines and eyes grown wise,

She finds the grace in tear-stained skies.

As autumn leaves wither and fall,

A daughter stands, steadfast through all.

In the quiet of the Thanksgiving eve,

A promise given, never to leave.

She weaves a song of gratitude,

For every moment, both joy and solitude.

Her heart, a vessel, tender and strong,

In the symphony of love, where she belongs.

Through whispered prayers and silent grace,

She finds solace in this sacred space.

For every breath he still receives,

Is a thanksgiving, a daughter believes.

So, in the twilight of this tender hour,

She tends to love, a perennial flower.

For though his body may bear the weight,

Her love, undying, shall navigate.

In the tapestry of life, they're entwined,

A daughter's love, beautifully designed.

For in every breath, in every beat,

Thanksgiving echoes, sweet and complete.

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N'cki J.