Monday morning poetry

Isn’t she beautiful

The light in your eyes

Is a thing to behold

Striking

forth from you

Like a shield

Piercing me to my core

Science is supposed to

Answer everything

But how can anything

Answer you to me

As if you were an equation

X’s and Y’s

In sequences

Leading to the explanation

Of you

But how can something like you

Be quantified

You are no base mineral

To be categorized

And catalogued

But you are

to be held in awe

Chris McQueeney    11/30/14

So, I had a good Thanksgiving. I got to see my family from my dad's side there were about 14 of us at my aunt Nancy's home. The food was good so was the conversation. After the festivities I got to spend a little time with my aunt and uncle an an excursion to take me to my kids...all in all a good Thanksgiving evening.