Below is the poem entitled Our Thanksgiving which was written by poet
Lane. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I like it when family and friends gather together at our house,
I like it when you’re so full the buttons pop right off your blouse.
I like it when there is a fire in the hearth that warms me till I sleep,
I like it when the pan for the apple pie is the one that’s extra deep.
I like it when the football game is on and everyone is moved to cheers,
I like it when loved ones are recalled and we are all moved to tears.
I like it when the evening comes and we fill up on a second plate,
I like it when we put on a Christmas movie and decide to stay up late.
I like it when you say that you love me; it’s the reason that I’m living,
I guess that I am truly blessed to say that I truely like our Thanksgiving.