Recalling Thanksgiving Day Memories

Cynthia Harlan
Memories of hearth and home

Come to me as I write this poem

Anxiously, I await the day

That family comes from far away.

The turkey, the dressing, the pies and, the yams

The men in the front room watching the Rams

The women in the kitchen filling the air

With the warm scent of Thanksgiving's traditional fare

Our family again gathers for Holiday cheer.

To bad it comes only once a year.

Published by Cynthia Harlan

I am 52 years old and have been writing since I was 14. I have 8 kids & 17 grandkids. I have a lot of life experience. I have written several articles both for associatedcontent.com and Helium.com about c...  View profile

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