Be Sure To Remember
Twas Thanksgiving and I was starving
So all the turkey we started carving
And when it was finally open wide
We looked to see what was inside
It was a message from my son
Who said after Thanksgiving is done
I'm not there and hope you understand
Have been far away for year in Afghanistan
You're lucky at home now get to stay
While I am full of sorrow so far away
And each time that turkey you do see
Be sure to remember the death of me.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013
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