When I was just a little girl, our family still was growing.
Holidays were shared together, love and laughter showing.
Christmas is a special one, as everybody knows.
Christmas dinners, music , presents, this is how it goes.
But maybe there were just too many distractions on that day.
We surrounded ourselves with family, but the “stuff” got in the way.
We thought so much of other things, our “family” time was short.
We had so many things to do, so many things to sort.
But then there was Thanksgiving, when we also gathered closely.
There was the great big dinner, but the family mattered, mostly.
We shared our time and gave our thanks, each for just his own.
My family wasn’t formal in our worship, done alone.
The women in the kitchen, hams and turkeys did we roast.
The men were watching football, on their favorite team, they’d boast.
Then all would come together, to share an early meal.
Conversation at the table, was never a big deal.
All that really mattered, was that all of us were there.
First our parents and their children, the delicious meal, to share.
As we grew, so did our family, adding spouses of our own.
Then we added all our children. My how the crowd had grown!
But that feeling never changes, although some faces might.
There are still love and companionship, most prevalent that night.
My Daddy’s gone to Heaven, my siblings moved away.
My mother does her own thing for Thanksgiving, come what may.
Now I’m the lady of the house where we all celebrate.
My husband, kids and grandkids, on that late November date.
Thanksgiving comes with every year and still it feels the same.
We are thankful for each member of the family that came.
I share with them all my memories, of Thanksgivings of the past.
Some of those oldest traditions, I’ve made sure will ever last.
And we’ve added some new traditions, in this family of mine.
We give our thanks for all our loved ones, just before we dine.