Turkey all dressed with its beautiful stuffing.
Cranberry sauce a bubbling.
Kitchen hot and a table set for a king.
I wonder what this Thanksgiving will bring.

Pots and pans cover the stove.
You lick the back of the spoon, and nobody knows.
With stomachs growling and the anticipation
I wonder what momma is making.

Many aromas fill the air.
You go outside and smell them everywhere. 
Sweet treats and freshly made bread 
Roasted chicken and freshly grated lemon zest 
Savory, salty, creamy- all wrapped up in one. 
I can’t wait for Thanksgiving, for the meals to be done.

They clap their hands, and the table is assembled.
You grab a good seat, not near the edge of the table. 
Each meal is passed around with hmm, that’s delicious.
And when it hits your plate and the smell hits the nose.
It sends shock waves to your soul.

With every bite, a memory is formed.
I close my eyes and feel so warm. 
Thanksgiving is a blessing every year it comes around. 
I can’t wait till next year.

I can see the food even now.