Mom's in the

kitchen preparing a feast,

Basting the

turkey and, to say the least,

Our favorite

stuffing and pumpkin pie;

The world's

best cook and that's no lie.

Dad's in the

barn, filling his jug.

Sister go fetch

him, give him a hug.

Mom's basting

the turkey with wine, you see.

Dad would rather

drink it and "Do-Re-Me-".

Tell little

brother to wash his face.

The table is

set, every dish in its place.

Yams, apple

cider and cranberry sauce;

Mom's almost

ready to serve the first course.

Now we're all

sitting, preparing to eat.

A silence has

fallen; there's one empty seat.

Our symbol

for those who can't afford,

The time has

come to thank the Lord.

May your blessings

be with us, on this special day.

May we venture

to thank you, in our simple way.

For the fruits

of thy bounty, and the gift in store.

The time has

come to thank the Lord.

Nicholas Petroro

Sharpsburg

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