For a few days each year they call this house home
as once it had been before they started to roam.
The walls will be ringing with so much love and good cheer
they'll be storing it up to last through the year.
Every chick of my own will be under my wing.
I've prepared all their favorites, planned everything.
Twenty-one loved ones at once in my home.
The house is too small, should have rented the dome.
I call out each name as they enter the door
and think of the ones who aren't here any more.
My heart is so full of thanks to the Lord,
that the love my heart holds is returned many fold.
They greet each other with laughter and jokes.
This home and I have raised some good folks.
The turkey and gravy, did I make enough?
We've all eased our hunger but continue to stuff.
The pie will come later when the dishes are done.
Even the clean-up is happy and fun.
I gaze at them all and know in my heart.
they'll be as sorry as I when it's time to depart.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson