Missing the warmth of Thanksgivings passed,
I close my eyes;
See my grandmother at the stove making the best
gravy ever,
Smell the rich aromas filling the house –
roast turkey & bread & stuffing & more,
Feel the shiny smooth finish and weight of
the “good” silverware as I help set the table so I can
Steal small handfuls of black olives,
garlic pickles and baby corn when no one’s looking,
Gathering at the table in anticipation we
all know what the prayer will be,
I
bow my head and squeezing my eyes shut tightly repeating my father’s words silently
in my mind as we hold hands around the table;
“Thank you God, for all the blessings our
family and friends enjoy and for those you have given to others.”
Hearing my twin brother laugh I open my
eyes as he takes “dibs” on one of the turkey legs,
I pass on the cranberries in favor crisp
marshmallows and caramel syrup covering the sweet potatoes,
Relishing the chance to have more than a
taste of my Uncle’s dark red homemade wine I clean my plate,
Great memories to be thankful for…
Yes, thank you God for all the blessings I
and my friends have enjoyed, and for those you have given to others.
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