Twas the morning of Thanksgiving and all through the kitchen, Mother scurried about making turkey and dressing.
The aroma of food hung in the air, in hopes that her children soon would be there.
Suddenly, on the porch, there was heard such a clatter, Mother ran to see what was the matter.
There stood the grandchildren stomping snow from their feet, rushing to “Mom, Mom’s ready to eat.
Turkey and dressing, fresh mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls, and rutabagas. Red velvet cake and pumpkin pie for dessert, we’ll all eat so much our bellies will hurt.
Then came the call we’d all been waiting for… come, Otis, Shirley, Dennie and Pat, Gerrie and Karen and the rest of the pact.
We ran to the table to each find a seat, with great anticipation, we were ready to eat.
Mother is gone now, no more turkey she’ll bake, but the memories live on each Thanksgiving I wake.
As sweet as the smell of her fresh pumpkin pie, the picture is as clear as a bell in my eye.
So, here now a tribute to my Mother who passed, but my Thanksgiving memories forever will last.
Karen Evans Talley
November 22, 2001