There is nothing about Thanksgiving,
That is served without its sentiments.
Nothing about Thanksgiving is forgotten.
Even the choosing of favorite condiments.
Who brought what to share,
And what was said during prayer...
Lingers on from year to year to be remembered.
The young ones who stood on chairs,
Or the elders needing assistance to sit...
Everyone feels blessed to have this reminisced.
There is nothing about Thanksgiving,
Overlooked to disrespect, dismiss or forget.
Nothing about this treasured holiday,
Is forgotten for what it is to not remember those missed.
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