After the Feast
The turkey baked with Grandmom’s touch
is finished, and no more.
We packed potatoes in our mouths
until our cheeks were sore.
The beans and rolls have disappeared.
The gravy left its boat.
The cranberries are all consumed;
I crammed them down my throat.
I’m thankful for so many things –
too much for words to say,
but mostly for my family
to share this special day.
The food was so sensational,
the cousins all agree.
I polished off the pumpkin pie,
now all that’s stuffed is me.