THANKSGIVING MEMORIES,

                                 AND YOU, MOM

  Thinking back to many celebrations on a fall day,

  I don't recall those early life, turkey festivities

  Although many memories are gone with my mom,

  There are a few great memories and thoughts of
  My own.
  I think back to a time when I was young, ten I 
  Believe,
  Yorba Linda was the scene, a family of many, back 
  In a dream.
  Living in Yorba Linda, nineteen seventy-two, 
  thanksgiving day,
  Cool and windy is a memory of a time when family 
  Was together.
   Memories of you, mom, young and full of life in a 
  Yorba Linda town,
   Early was a morning when you were the first up, 
  Turkey in the oven.
  So much to prepare, we didn't realize how much 
  Work when we were young, 
  Thanksgiving memories, days and meals shared as 
  A Family, as a dream.
  Shadows and ghosts of children who once we were 
  Back in a town,
  Thoughts of a mother who did have a life, a family 
  Once upon a time.
  Time seems to pass by in a flash, we were there 
  And we are now,
  Thanksgiving memories, and you, mom, so many 
  With you in the kitchen.
  Kids running around, at times bothering you while 
  you were busy.
  I always go back to Yorba Linda in my mind, as it 
  was my favorite home,
   Holiday memories, you won't be here this year to 
  Make new ones with us.
   We hold onto all the special thoughts and times 
   We shared with you, mom,
   Thanksgiving will be a little more quiet without 
   Your laughter or voice,
  Memories of you and Thanksgiving too, from 
   Once a child,  I'll remember you
   Keith Garrett, your son.