Was it the pumpkin pie?
Or the potatoes piled high?
From the kitchen aromas sweet,
Drifting to every nose it meets.
Not a snapshot can I find,
But my memories are just fine.
Of family gathered around the table,
Of joyful thanks we’re proud and able,
To all those guest in Thanksgiving’s past,
I am so thankful you crossed my path.
To mom, the cook who inspired me most,
And to her mother I surely toast.
From grandma’s pie to Aunt Lila’s dishes.
Her scalloped corn made taste buds vicious.
Laughs and smiles around the room,
Aunt Lucy swinging to Uncle Bob’s tunes.
Uncle Ervin entertaining my dear old dad,
With the fishing stories he always had.
A turkey dinner that's so perfectly planned,
Family of all ages thankful hand and hand.
Babies then from yesterday now growing old,
History found in memories that is proudly told.
It started with a family tradition many years ago.
A holiday of giving thanks America well knows.
© 2017 Diana L Pierce
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on November 24, 2017:
Thank you, whonunuwho, for your kind words. Family traditions are seldom forgotten.
Thank you, Kari, I'm so glad you like my memories set to verse.
Thank you, Abdul for choosing to follow my work.
Abdul Haadi from Lahore, Pakistan. on November 24, 2017:
Great rhymes, indeed! :)
Kari Poulsen from Ohio on November 24, 2017:
I enjoyed this lovely ode to Thanksgiving and family. Thanks for sharing the family picture. :)
whonunuwho from United States on November 23, 2017:
Thank you for sharing this nice story of your family Thanksgivings celebrations. Reminds me of my own and we really do love to remember these times. Many blessings at Thanksgiving my friend. whonu
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on November 23, 2017:
Happy Thanksgiving, Jackie. To yesterday's feast.
Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on November 23, 2017:
Great poem and so true. Thanks for the memories!