At the table
On Thanksgiving,
My mother
Would implore
Every child
To annunciate
Just what they’re
Thankful for.
I’d always say
I’m thankful
For the meal,
If you please,
And now I’d say
I’m thankful
For those
Precious
Memories.
At the table
On Thanksgiving,
My mother
Would implore
Every child
To annunciate
Just what they’re
Thankful for.
I’d always say
I’m thankful
For the meal,
If you please,
And now I’d say
I’m thankful
For those
Precious
Memories.
Ah, yes. Those sweet memories of thanksgiving as a child. Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Susan. We also recited a Norwegian prayer together before we could eat. One of my jobs was to make the butter.
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Churning the butter was one of my jobs too! It took alot of elbow grease, but it tasted so good.
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Sometimes I’d take the gallon glass jar I had to shake over to the neighbors, and put it on his paint shaker! Nice, yellow butter in 10 minutes or less.
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What an ingenious idea!
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Great! The spacing made me take my time, which was good.
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Thanks, Jeff! 😀
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