Thanksgiving Guests
Gathered ‘round the Thanksgiving table,
Are the folks who are dearest to me.
I know, as they talk to each other,
They aren’t seeing the faces I see.
Grandpa and Grandma, and uncles and aunts
And a few even closer than those,
Are indelibly written on a memory page,
In a book that I can’t bear to close.
I lovingly gaze at these dear ones,
Toward faces that aren’t really there.
With thanks to our generous Maker,
That another has filled up each chair.
I cover my sadness with gladness,
Amused at their jokes and their quips.
Trying not to let on that my thoughts are far gone,
To the pictures fond memory flips..
Just the last year, he was with us.
The one who’s the most on my mind.
I vainly search those at the table.
That missing, beloved face to find.
My daughters and precious grandchildren,
Bow their heads for my Thanksgiving prayer.
Praising the Lord for those present,
Remembering the ones who aren’t here.
This day, too, will soon be a memory,
I shall add to my burgeoning book,
And when this day is done and I am alone,
I’ll turn each page for a comforting look.
By: Joyce 10/24/2000
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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