I was going down my memory lane <br />On this Thanksgiving morn. <br />Thinking of all who are no longer with us <br />and the memories their lives, in mine had formed. <br /> <br />There was my Grandma Celina <br />a real Spanish hot tamale! <br />and Aunt Ethel and Cousin Sharon <br />and then there was my Mother in laws <br />sister Aunt Oli! <br /> <br />Those Thanksgiving dinners, were always the best! <br />their scents seemed to permeate every room! <br />We would all sit down to feast on it <br />while sounds of everyone eating were heard <br />as they passed each bowl and spooned! <br /> <br />Mom looked so exhausted <br />as she finally sat down to take a bite. <br />She had been up early in the morning cooking <br />and had prepared some dishes, late last night. <br /> <br />Then there was the clean up <br />no men were ever seen! <br />They retired to the front room <br />and perched themselves in front of the T.V. screen! <br /> <br />All the Aunts would help my Mom <br />said Flo, 'Go set a spell! ' <br />We can get these dishes done for you <br />your looking tired and not too well. <br /> <br />Memories of long ago, now repeated <br />of our families, Thanksgiving dinner fame. <br />With all the memories made in my life <br />Of Thanksgiving's just the same.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-thanksgiving-long-ago/
