Thanksgiving
The smell of turkey fills the house
and the mind and tongue are consumed
with memories and scents of holidays passed.
The aroma is so familiar with images of Gramma in the kitchen
basting that succulent bird and all the sides
as it tingles taste buds with unbearable anticipation.
The feast most promising with recaptured pictures, football games
and stuffing, biscuits, cranberries, and mashed potatoes
made with tender care and love to await family gathering.
Those days seem long gone now, lost to past celebrations
but the mind and heart remain full forever
with laughter, joy, love and those heartfelt memories
at Thanksgiving.
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