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| SMELL THAT TURKEY
by Mariane Holbrook I've been thinking of Thanksgiving Of those days so long ago, Even though it was November, We’d wake up to see some snow. We stayed out of Mother’s kitchen “We’re no help,” we’d slyly say. But the truth was, we would rather Build a snowman any day. Mother, known for her fine baking, Always made her special rolls Which we’d steal when she was busy Looking for some salad bowls. Seven kids around the table, Seven hungry mouths to feed. If you wanted any dinner You’d learn how to reach with speed. Daddy carved the roasted turkey And we’d all begin to beg: “It’s my turn, you had it last time. Now I want the turkey leg!” Mincemeat pies sat on the counter, Pumpkin pies with cool whipped cream, Cakes with icing dripping downward, Oh, this was a child’s best dream. Mom and Dad are now in heaven, Breathing that celestial air. I have wondered, oh, so often, "Do they have Thanksgiving there?" Mariane Holbrook is a retired teacher, an author of two books, a musician and artist. She lives with her husband on coastal North Carolina. She maintains a personal website ; |
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| MUSIC: 'GIFTS FROM GOD'S HEART' |
| PSALM 34: 8 O TASTE AND SEE THAT THE LORD IS GOOD: BLESSED IS THE MAN THAT TRUSTETH IN HIM |
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