Thanksgiving Past

I smell the aroma of turkey being basted

I taste the sweetness of the yams

The tart cranberries

I feel you

That room

The machine pumping air into you

Slap Slap

I feel your fear

Its in your face

My heart bleeds out

It will never be the same

But we will forever be thankful

Your love shaped us

FMS- 11/26/19 @ 1991 Dad

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