Home for Thanksgiving

No matter how old we get,

Or how far we move away,

in my heart we will always be

those little kids.

Playing pretend in our grandparents' basement,

endless games of after dinner tag in the backyard,

racing to choose the best pumpkins in the patch,

breaking up chestnut shells under our shoes

and throwing the nuts through the windows of the abandoned house next door.

Chatting excitedly about whose name we pulled for the Christmas draw,

and drifting off as the adults played cards into the night.

I give thanks for these memories,

and the way my hearts always back there -

even when I can't -

and that even if it looks different now,

I can always find myself home again.

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This was written for Prompt #9 on Chloe Rose Violet's October Prompts list:

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