Feast Bouquet

My gratitude flows free this morn,

for blessings doth abound;

from grandparents to babies born,

familial love surrounds.

An open ear or warm embrace,

a laugh or helping hand;

we all enjoy the face to face-

and, thus, our souls expand.

I chatter here and banter there,

as children run and play,

all weaving through the heavy air-

a steaming feast bouquet.

At last we're hushed and take our seats

so Leah can say grace;

her tribute to great gram is sweet

and beautifully phrased.

We gorge ourselves and ramble on

as wint'ry shadows sprawl;

their twiggy fingers brush pecan-

our signal to withdraw.

The thankfulness we shared this day

will last the whole year through-

'til next November's vast array

of tantalizing foods.