Gathering Memories

Thanksgiving was my favorite day,
In the kitchen at my granny's.
The twins sat in the corner to play,
The pie was made by Aunt Fanny.

With Grandpa, I'd play hide 'n seek,
Sweet aromas filled the air.
From under the table, I'd take a peek,
He pretended not to see me there.

My brother leaned against the door,
As momma reached up for the plates.
His tummy would growl like never before,
For the turkey, he couldn't wait.

Aunt Sally with her basket of greens,
The salad was hers to make.
I would help her to snap the pole beans,
And helped granny with icing the cake.

Each Thanksgiving, I remember,
The loved ones who dwell in the past.
When the table is set in November,
We gather memories forever to last.