We honor those we've lost: Jon’s dad, both sets of his grandparents, aunts and an uncle. Mimi’s parents. My Grandmother, and both Grandfathers, Aunt Linda and Dad. We thank God for their memories and for those who are still among us. And with a little levity offer this ‘Ode to Thanksgiving’ masterpiece.
The day begins with the pomp & circumstance of a parade,
And hot fresh sausage balls, always homemade.
Dad teaches son how to prepare the bird,
Singing and laughing thru the house can be heard.
Carrots, celery, onion & potatoes a peeling,
There’s nothing like the Thanksgiving feeling.
Fond memories of Granddaddy and his possum story,
And Grandmother’s cheese cake with all it’s glory.
Sweet potatoes prepared in honor of Dad,
Sit steaming hot on Nana’s plastic canvas hot pad.
Great memories of meals at Uncle Lester & Cora Lee’s,
Followed by picking up pecans under their trees.
Cousins play baseball with ball and cap,
While Dad’s watch football and take a nap.
With dishes washed and a little nudge,
Mom snuggles with Dad and shares some fudge.