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A holiday that's not the same
Grandma and grandpa held the family together
The family is scattered 
Nobody call each other
12 siblings but yet so distant

No more family get together
Nobody bring a dish or two
No family travel to see each other
All there is strife, jealousy, backbiting
And gossip

Granny I miss your dressing 
How you made it from scratch
Your collards greens you smell them a block away
Macaroni and cheese how moist it was 
I miss you, I miss you so much
I miss doing your hair after you cook

Grandpa I miss your peach cobbler
how the crust melt in your mouth 
I miss you calling me fat mama
I miss your wisdom stories
Your knowledge 
Your strength

I remember our last reunion
Guess that's what memories are for
You’ll never forget them
When the roots died 
The whole tree died 
With thanksgiving 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 11/23/2016 12:00:00 AM
I liked the tone of this poem, and I can really see your longing for days gone by through your words .
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Patrice Trice Jackson
Date: 11/23/2016 12:06:00 AM
Thank you April I really appreciate your feed back. Yes, I do miss them days; times are different now. But life goes on...