Wednesday, November 26, 2008
FOR THIS MAN I AM THANKFUL
A man, a real man stood in my kitchen peeling potatoes Only a month into this romance and the man chopped onions For almost thirty years I had made the whole meal alone I dared glance up from the stuffing I was stirring to look his way He stood tall, lean and confident, as he pondered oysters for the stuffing Today marks the twenty-fifth Thanksgiving from that day He has never missed helping with this meal since that one He seasons with sunlight, joy, love, kindness and a good appetite I have so...
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