We Will Have the Blessing--NOW
Mama’s Thanksgiving plans went awry.
Football lovers might understand why.
Mama called for the blessing.
Everyone was obsessing
over touchdowns. Mom uttered a sigh.
“Keep the food warm till two,” Daddy said.
A huge turkey leg glanced off his head.
To the table, all scurried,
for they’d grown rather worried
Mama might next be hurling the bread.
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2023
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