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Thanksgiving break, the college kids flock back,
Mama's nest is full, not a room to spare.
Memories of her youth, oh she's on track,
Recalling wild nights, with little care.
Once she'd dash home, her own college tales,
Out by two, with friends, drinks in their hands.
Now she waits up, as history unveils,
Her kids now live those wild, youthful plans.
The fridge door swings at ungodly hours,
Giggles and footsteps, the night's not done.
Mama reminisces her own late-night powers,
Yet now she's the one waiting for the sun.
Turkey's roasting, but first, tales of the night,
Of friends and fun, in the morning light.
She smiles, though tired, at this lively sight,
Her own wild days, now her kids' delight.
Laundry mountains, textbooks astray,
Mama's joy mixed with a yawn or two.
Her wild past, now their present day,
In this festive chaos, life feels anew.
The table's set, stories take flight,
Mama, once the reveller, now the keeper of the light.
In this full house, her heart feels right,
Thanksgiving's chaos, a heartwarming plight!
By: Maribeth Woodford
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