Thanksgiving

A holiday that's not the same Grandma and grandpa held the family together The family is scattered Nobody call each other 12 siblings but yet so distant No more family get together Nobody bring a dish or two No family travel to see each other All there is strife, jealousy, backbiting And gossip Granny I miss your dressing How you made it from scratch Your collards greens you smell them a block away Macaroni and cheese how moist it was I miss you, I miss you so much I miss doing your hair after you cook Grandpa I miss your peach cobbler how the crust melt in your mouth I miss you calling me fat mama I miss your wisdom stories Your knowledge Your strength I remember our last reunion Guess that's what memories are for You’ll never forget them When the roots died The whole tree died With thanksgiving