It is the 4th
Thursday of November,
Turkey, stuffing,
mashed potatoes
Fill my nose with
wonderful smells.
Everyone sits at the
enormous table,
We join hands,
My dad says
"We are gathered here
today,
to give thanks for what
we have,
to thank the Lord that
we are here together
and with the one who
have gone before us,
for our children,
and for the food that
we are about to eat".
"Amen!"
This tradition,
These words,
Will follow me forever,
Guiding me through
brick walls,
And through water,
Over hills,
And under latters.
And someday I'll be
standing
Saying those words
On this day of thanks.