A Thanksgiving Memory

A warm fuzzy thought in a golden globe of yesterday shrimp cocktail white wine roast turkey with stuffing green beans amandine glazed carrots creamy mashed potatoes gravy rolls pecan pie mile high strawberry pie coffee Her menu written out on a small square from a white rectangular notepad In a thoughtful script Black pen strokes All caps She carried out the order with brutal precision And by mealtime seated at the Head of the Table to my left All eyes turned inward She plucked the praise from our mouths before we had time to savor the flavor of her labor And it was good So very good Afterwards she crept into the Smallest recesses of her Soul hoping no one would scold her for being so good so very good Thank you for all the wonderful meals, Mama.