Jan E Smith
Thanksgiving - Poem by Jan E Smith
It's that time of year again
to count our many blessings,
think of how our life has been,
Eat turkey, salad and dressings.
Gather together with family and friends
enjoying food, talking and laughter.
And a corny relative who now pretends
to be a monkey swinging from a rafter.
Why is that we take only one day
to remember what we're thankful for?
To celebrate life, love, and to pray
or to hug someone you adore?
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