there’s a comfort in family dinners
I can’t quite replicate
a scent I can’t bottle,
a warmth I can’t hold onto
forks scratch the good porcelain
but no one’s chided, the room
filled with my favourites:
the company and accoutrement
there’s a comfort in family dinners
I can’t quite replicate
a scent I can’t bottle,
a warmth I can’t hold onto
forks scratch the good porcelain
but no one’s chided, the room
filled with my favourites:
the company and accoutrement
elleguyence 
God bless our biological families – and our chosen families in Christ. May we all enjoy the fellowship of shared meals, shared love, shared faith. Have a blessed Sunday! ❤️🥰
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The family we have, and the family we make. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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It is a familiar meditation. 🙂
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And a comfortable one. 🙂 Thank you!
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I don’t know if I’ve overanalyzed this, but I think… it’s a good thing that so many people like your poetry. If <100 is so many (curse the famous ones! out of jealousy! of spite! rabble rabble rabble). I.e. what I mean to say is, it seems many crave for the softer days and moments in life, which I think is a victory already. Thank you for taking care of people.
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Thank you for stopping by!
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You’re welcome.
You know, I like to imagine you’re a bot. It just totally fits the story. Not intended as an insult. Just kind of a cool thing for me.
Thanks I respect you still.
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Indeed…
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