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It Is Now By Cindy Prince November 13, 2007 It is now, but Hazy, softly out of focus memories Thanksgiving Day Home cooked meal Lying belly first across swing Waiting... Heavenly smells emerge from kitchen. Mom fretting, "Bert's on her way, Vonnie's, Mother and Daddy too." Past noon now. When will we eat? Then all are here. Dad says grace. Who will get the legs? Kay yells, "Hey Gay, wanna break the wishbone?" Just the carcass left. As Granny asks, "Ginnie do you think the dressing was too sagey?" Sister-talk over coffee "Hush now kids. Leave us be." It is now So many gone on Another generation-- My own family Memories in the making. About the author: I have such great memories of Thanksgiving and family. This will be the first Thanksgiving without Mom and it will be tough. I live in the small town of Jasper with my family where the owner of The Ozark Cafe feeds anyone a huge Thankgiving meal for free. | | | |
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