Gravy & Giggles Poem by April Humason

This Thanksgiving, I came ready,
Plate piled high and spirit steady.
Turkey stacked and taters whipped,
Buttons popped — I surely slipped.

Gravy river down my plate,
Cranberry splashed — it was my fate.
Laughed so hard I almost cried,
Rolling full and over-tried.

Stuffed silly, heart held tight,
Family loud, the food just right.
Belly round and thankful too,
For every laugh and every chew.

Not perfect, neat, or well behaved,
Just blessed and grateful — fully saved.