Turkey gravy mashed potatoes galore,
Polish off the first plate going back for more.
Surrounded by family and friends laughter and joy,
Next month is Christmas 🎄 will I get a toy 🪀.
Giving thanks to the Lord is the priority,
Sitting your seat at the table according to seniority,
Playing football outside with your cousins,
Family gatherings by the dozens.
Television 📺 on with the games,
So many people to remember names.
You give love and hugs to unfamiliar faces,
Just as bubba walks in with a couple of cases.
Soon the atmosphere shifts a gear,
Blame it on my roots and not the beer 🍻.
As the evening draws to a near,
If you're drinking please don't try to steer.
The day went from a happy house not so rommy,
To a sad and somber and very gloomy.
Rather you celebrate alone with family or with close friends,
Remember the youngsters watching they'll continue the trend.
Johnny p Chavez
11/21/21
- Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2022 11:14
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem how my thanksgiving days usually went and outcomed
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