The bird is thawed
the buns are made
the stuffing sits cold in its pan.
It's 5 am
I wake and think
not long until I see the fam.
But time will pass
as I get stuff done
soon they will enter the place,
We'll smile and laugh
have stories and games
and sit around stuffing our face.
God You are good
and yes You are great
we give thanks for the love that you show.
All of our lives
we will keep loving You
and our love for others will grow.
I figure I had to jump on the poetry bandwagon--not up to V's and Swampy's standard, but it was fun anyway.
Happy Thanksgiving! Thanks to God for all of our blessings!
3 comments:
That is the perfect poem. I love it!
Me too! Always love when people share their poetry - and that one was beautiful and from the heart. Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Kristi! SO nice to have a long weekend after it too... :-)
What's wrong with that? I love your poem.
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