Grammy's tablecloth
Mother's china
Dad's carving knife
still with us
every Thanksgiving
--Lauren McBride
Poet's Notes: These days, folks might not get out the good china or fancy tablecloth for Thanksgiving or dress in their Sunday best as we used to do. Yet, I am grateful for these fond memories and the tangible reminders of loved ones, absent through distance or death, which made every Thanksgiving a truly blessed event, even as our family grows in number around the current dining table.
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