Thanksgiving Day
mom and dad up at midnight
slow roasting turkey all morning long
7am we crowd for breakfast
by 8am the master dressing maker takes her stage
then one by one
we begin to shred the slaw,
mash the tators,
lump the gravy,
brown the rolls,
cream the corn,
and butter dab the homemade noodles
around the table we sit
giving thanks to all before us
as we begin to pass around our meal family style
leaving room for our dessert!
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