Last Thanksgiving Day--Thanks
I have
No memories of last Thanksgiving Day,
Not one! It was the first you know
Without my son.
And yet I cooked and served the meal,
By my own hand,
As delicious , they say, as always
And just as grand.
It was just five years ago,
Another Thanksgiving Day,
We got the call that told us
Their dad had passed away.
I'd gone to bring him home
For just the day.
He was too weak to go but told me
To greet them anyway.
The turkey was in the oven,
There was no way I could stall.
I was making the gravy when
I got the dreaded call.
My son was there with his strong arm,
To help me all the way.
The others too, so loving and dear.
I well remember that day.
I recall how they did all the work
And made me rest.
Even my great-grandchildren
Passed the test.
But last Thanksgiving day,
My son no longer there.
The others thought perhaps,
I'd had time to repair.
February to November,
With nine months to find my way,
I was still on autopilot
On last Thanksgiving day.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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