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“The smell of the sweet potatoes
In the oven fills up the kitchen
As she reaches for the cranberry
In the cupboard to be open

She loves cranberry sauce with turkey
But I don’t like cranberry or turkey
So she bakes chickens cut in half’s
that smells so good it makes me hungry

She is very tired I can tell
Last night she was to excited to sleep
It’s her first thanks giving with my family
And her emotions was running deep

She wants it to be just perfect
So she was cooking with anticipations
She says her first’s family thanks giving 
Will be fill with a lot high expectation

I told her to relax its no big deal
And smile as she makes a cute puppy face
Saying "will they like my cooking
What if they say the food have no taste?

She finishes setting the foods on the table
As I help her mop the kitchen floor
She showered and wears a black and gold dress
As the guesses starts coming thru the door

I swear she is the most beautiful girl
That has and will ever walk this world
She smiles when they say the food taste nice
She now had her nervousness under control

She was now in a more relax mood
And every one was just blown away by her
And asking her all kind of questions
About her home country and culture

She was so happy every one likes her
She fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed
I pull the cover over her
Whispers”I love you” and kiss her on her head

Thanks giving is an American holiday
It begins with the pilgrims from England
Who came over and landed on Plymouth Rock
In Massachusetts in1621

The pilgrims shared a feast in the fall time
With native Indians hiding behind the trees
And then after that the Indians come back
And leave then a big turkey

And would cook a feast and leave it out
For the Indians to come take it and be gone
Until one day they call the Indians to the table
And this is how thanks giving were born

Soon the practice was being done by everyone
And the Indians sand pilgrims becomes close friends
It didn’t become a federal holiday until 1941
Although it was for many years it was an annual event

She is sleeping so gently like a baby
This was her first thanks giving in America
And I know for every thanks giving to come
This special day we will always remember

This poem is getting to be too long
So let me put down my pen and go
Will get under the covers next you her
And kiss her and whisper “I love you so”
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