Giving Thanks
Can you smell the turkey cooking?
Can you smell the pumpkin pie?
Can you see the children lurking,
With a glimmer in their eye?
See the table filled with family,
See the table filled with yams.
See my Father as he's burping,
From his second slice of ham.
From my Grandma's chocolate pudding,
To my Mother's deviled eggs.
See my Grandpa's belly swelling,
Packed with one more turkey leg.
After all are fully stuffed,
As we all begin to slouch.
Asked who wants a piece of pie,
As we pass out on the couch.
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