Twas Thanksgiving day and all through the house,
The food was cooking, no fires to douse.
The aromas of the banquet soon filled the air,
The ghosts of Thanksgivings past were all gathered there.
No fighting, no pouting, no tension, no tears,
only the happy memories past, echo in my ears.
To my parents, I love you and miss you. Please bless us this day
To my children, my life; May you find your way
To my family and friends I wish you Hope, Joy, Love, Peace
I ask these blessings from the Father as we gather to feast.
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