I smell the aroma of turkey being basted
I taste the sweetness of the yams
The tart cranberries
I feel you
That room
The machine pumping air into you
Slap Slap
I feel your fear
Its in your face
My heart bleeds out
It will never be the same
But we will forever be thankful
Your love shaped us
FMS- 11/26/19 @ 1991 Dad
FRANDEMONIUM and SUCH 