Here lies her memory
On tomorrow's thanksgiving meal
Her smile bleeds through our minds
A sister, a daughter, a mother, an aunt, a grandmother, and a beautiful soul pours through our plates
Chatter will be of her memory
And her smile will choke us up more than the stuffing
And we remember who she was
Pass me a fake smile,
I'll have that and some turkey,
With sorrow poured over my mashed potatoes
But thankfulness exudes from me
For knowing her presence
Amen.
