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Last Thanksgiving Day--Thanks
I have No memories of last Thanksgiving Day, Not one! It was the first you know Without my son. And yet I cooked and served the meal, By my own hand, As delicious , they say, as always And just as grand. It was just five years ago, Another Thanksgiving Day, We got the call that told us Their dad had passed away. I'd gone to bring him home For just the day. He was too weak to go but told me To greet them anyway. The turkey was in the oven, There was no way I could stall. I was making the gravy when I got the dreaded call. My son was there with his strong arm, To help me all the way. The others too, so loving and dear. I well remember that day. I recall how they did all the work And made me rest. Even my great-grandchildren Passed the test. But last Thanksgiving day, My son no longer there. The others thought perhaps, I'd had time to repair. February to November, With nine months to find my way, I was still on autopilot On last Thanksgiving day.
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