The family could not be together
So we counted on turkey meals twice.
Our son made a feast for us Wednesday
With our grandkids – both yummy and nice.
And today, after much trepidation,
Our daughter came home for a night.
We had ordered a turkey and trimmings,
All the foods that we knew would delight.
But our order was never delivered –
Just a glitch they could fix, we supposed.
Yet connecting with customer service,
We found out that the warehouse had closed.
So my husband dug into our freezer,
Found some chicken and mashed up some spuds.
With some veggies and salad and ice cream
We’ll have dinner without any duds.
There’s an irony here to acknowledge –
In my daughter’s group home they will eat
All the turkey day food they can manage
And, most likely, dessert that’s a treat.
But if given the choice of tradition
Or a (lately) rare visit with us,
I am certain she’d choose eating chicken
For her dad is the cook. (That’s a plus!)
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2020
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