by Wanda Brayton

Created on: November 11, 2009

Thanksgiving Leftovers

The turkey is bone-bare, remnants dry as dust.

The pies are gone, only crumbs remain, brushed from shirt tails and aprons.

The coffee pot is empty - just memories of its fresh-brewed scent lingers.

The football game is over - our team won, of course.

The movies we rented are boxed and ready to return.

Our hearts are full and tears are shed at the sound of goodbye.

"Until next year", we weep on each other's shoulders as the cars are loaded and ready

for the long road away from home.

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