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A Dinner of Thanksgiving




A Dinner of Thanksgiving


She was just a bent old lady

Her hair was full of gray

I was just a child of seven

Who had stepped outside to play.


Her dress was old and tattered

She looked so frail and thin

But her eyes were warm and caring

And she kindly asked me in.


 As the morning hours were fading

I recall her gentle plea

"Please stay a little longer

And enjoy a meal with me."


I had no way of knowing

That her shelves were nearly bare

But it didn't really matter

She was glad to have me there.


The meal was small and meager

But I felt like I'd been blessed

When I sat there at the table

And she served to me her best.


In honor of her memory

This moment I will seize

To be thankful for the bounty

When we shared a bowel of peas.


I am humbled by her spirit

Unblemished through th e years

She's smiling down from heaven

As I wipe away these tears.


For she, too, remembers

That warm delightful day

When a little girl of seven

Had stepped outside to play.


Author/Written By

 Marilyn Ferguson







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