Blessings to
Remember
Blessings to
Remember
From the chimney above smoke curls
Winds blow through the fields alone
Under the trees at Grannie's place
Playing touch football, face to face
Together again in my favorite world
Brings Thanksgiving Day blessings
Beyond the hill under the Maples
Where Grannie's house does blend
With Old Platinum golden and aged
Lying on the porch ready to defend
Into the forest and beyond, watching
Old Platinum running like a halfback
Ahead of us all panting and barking
Along the pond chasing canvasbacks
Without a care about Thanksgiving
Racing together as my legs fold
Like a marathon runner in flight
Grasping for every breath I'm told
There it is, the farmhouse in sight
Into the parlor like a flash of light
Only Amanda understands total rest
Our forest cat never wanting more
Sleeping by the fire purring at best
While I lie peacefully upon the floor
Moms voice singing beyond the door
Ducks on the pond , geese on parade
Grappa on porch as winds cascades
Gramma cooking the old fashion way
Turkey baking, turning golden brown
Raisin bread stuffing browning slow
Munching when nobody seems to peak
Nibbling on the turkey before it hides
Only Grannie can say words to the wise
Mincemeat smells with hot pumpkin pie
Waiting for their Thanksgiving surprise
Breaking bread together, quiet wishes
Thank you God for love's special kiss
As angels eyes become heavenly bliss
Reflections within their sparkling eyes
As Thanksgiving Day is really the prize
Written by: Wayne Norman
©: November 8, 1999
Tom our turkey would be happy to deliver your mail to us.
