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I'd
dearly love to slip on back
to
the simpler days of yore.
I'd
dearly love to slip on through
my
mother's kitchen door.
I'd
smell the turkey baking,
stuffed
with her own special blend,
Oh,
the warmth of that old cookstove
which
she so dutifully would tend.
I'd see the turnip,
onions, squash,
bubbling
gently in their pots,
A
pretty glass container
filled
with fresh cranberry sauce.
I'd
see Mama in her kitchen,
making
homemade yeast rolls.
The
warmth in Mama's kitchen
wasn't
only from her stove.
I'd glance into the
living room,
furniture
moved against the wall,
To
make room for Mama's table,
she
welcomed one and all.
Pristine starched
linens prepared before,
gently
clothed the table leaves.
Her
good china from the cupboard;
a
harvest design of basket weave.
I'd see the pies hot
from the oven;
homemade
mincemeat, apple and pumpkin,
I
wish I could go back to be
that
little girl country bumpkin.
I'd see the family
come together
at
Mom's Thanksgiving meal,
Her
apron came off, she welcomed them home;
this
layout was no big deal.
Please pass the riced
potatoes,
Gini
made them again this year;
Another
reason I'd love to go back,
my
family was always near.
Mom and Dad are long
gone now,
I
miss them both so much.
I
pray that my own kitchen
holds
the warmth of my dear Mama's touch.
"Thanksgiving Past"
- Copyright © Dotty Perkins
Used Here With Her Gracious Permission
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