What I Will Say

For the first time in years, we went away for Thanksgiving.

And when anyone asks, I will say it was good,

It was fine, it was nice.

I will tell of the nice apartment where my sister

And her husband live,

And of the nice apartment we rented

To spend the nights.

I might tell of taking a 4 hour nap

On Thanksgiving day 

Between brunch and the turkey dinner

And possibly relate how my mother

Threatened to ban me from playing games

When I got a little too competitive.

I still think it's funny that my phone 

Was taken away during the meal,

Even though it was like the only time

One of my friends texted me.

I will not tell how I cried off an on,

How I felt like my friends forgot all about me,

And how I really wished I could've shopped

But we didn't because I was the only one who wanted to.

I will not say how much my brother irritated me,

And how I felt like he was picking on me.

I will also not relate how I felt like I annoyed him,

When I could see it but just couldn't help myself.

I will tell of how I enjoyed visiting with my

Sister and new brother-in-law;

And that is not inaccurate.

But the sad moments were more than the happy,

And the storm has been more than the calm.

But that would hardly be taken well,
When asked to recount how it went.