Linda Winchell

Rookie - 9 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'A Strange Thanksgiving Dinner'


I guess we'll be having a strange Thanksgiving dinner
my kids lives are too busy to come and eat.
My sisters' in Florida visiting our elderly parents
and my niece doesn't email me or speak.

My Step Son and his wife are on call
at the hospital where they work.
I have invited some friends from church to come
now hope that they don't Thanksgiving dinner shirk!

I remember when I ran out in blizzards storm
to provide my son and his new wife.
Their Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings
that they could feast on Thanksgiving night.

Our family has now seem pulled apart
because of things that have been done or said?
But this all seems so confussing to me
can't seem to get it out of my hurt heart or head.

I know I should just let it all go
and get on with my new married life
And have the best Thanksgiving
with my husband and friends
This Thanksgiving stranger filled night.

Submitted: Friday, November 14, 2008

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  • Rookie Tia Maria (11/14/2008 12:13:00 PM)

    Ah we do all want to hold on to our loved ones but when they are not able to be there God sends other brothers & sisters to love & care. Happy Thanksgiving :) (Report) Reply

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