Did you ever think what happens one or two days after you deliver the bountiful basket of groceries for a family in need? I have held both ends of the basket. I’ve delivered many baskets and received many too. I know the feeling as a child to see the delivery from kind hands and hearts.
After working with the homeless and poor in public health, my face falls when the basket is empty.
Many thanks for those of you with generous hearts this holiday season.
Go to One Shoot Sunday for poems and a photo prompt regarding this subject
my poem : “The Day After” is there
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Today an abundance
of turkeys abound
potatoes in boxes
twenty-five a pound … oh there’s more at One Shoot
penned in moon dust 