Before the sun was up, I was
Sleep had flown away
Ideas filled my head while I in
bed still lay
Of food like pumpkin pie and
stuffing and such
Thoughts came and left in frantic
rush
Of peach scent wafting
through the air
Yellow, dancing mesmerizing flames
Dominating the scene with fire
like games
While folks gathered together
for the ritual of fall
It is Thanksgiving after all
A time to go back to
grandmother’s house
To greet and meet and laugh
and talk
And perhaps to take a woods
path walk
Gather some colorful found
leaves along the way
To grace our table for the
day
We miss those no longer here
We may even shed a tear
Remembering those days gone
by
We never lose them you know
For in our hearts they live
and grow
While we are making ones anew
to
Carry forward to future times
that bind us
Forever to each other
To live again, another day
when future families
Come this way
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