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 on to all the special thoughts and times we shared with you, Mom,

Thanksgiving will be a little quieter without your laughter or voice,

Memories of you and Thanksgiving too, from once a child, I’ll remember you.

   Keith Garrett, your son.