Stranger

Stranger

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A Rockwell moment unfolding
in the corner of my mind.
I peek into the window
and here is what I find.

A  loving family gathered
the table set with food,
plates, cups and napkins
all to set the mood.

Merriment streams throughout,
knees are slapped in joy,
I see the kids all running round
as they play with a new toy.

A bloodline runs through the veins
this family linked as one.
Like a warm woven blanket
it shall never be undone.

Standing in the pouring rain
just where do I begin?
I realize I’m a stranger,
on the outside looking in.