Thanksgivings  At  Mama's
 
 

I remember Thanksgivings at mama's house
Each year, after we were all grown
We'd travel the distance, each with our spouse
For the happiest Thanksgivings I've known.

Mama and I and my sister would bake
In her kitchen together, we three
We'd laugh and talk and our time we'd take
While we cooked for an army, you see.

We baked pies and cakes, yes more than a few
Turkey and Dressing and bread
The men would gather and the grandkids too
For the feast they were going to be fed.

Mama was in charge of the Pinto Beans
And I made the chocolate cake
Sister baked pies and a casserole
But the pie crusts, mama would make.

Mashed Potatoes and brown-sugared Yams
Yes we worked in the kitchen as a team
A great big Turkey and a fresh baked Ham
Fruit Salad topped with fresh whipped cream.

Giblet Gravy and Squash and Peas
Lots of vegetables mama would cook
She went out of her way just to try to please
And we loved her for the time she took.

Now sister and I we can honestly say
That mama cooked everything from scratch
The 'easy way' out was never her way
And she always cooked a 'triple batch.'

Mama always said it was better 'too much'
Than 'not enough' food to go around
Our mother's  kitchen had a cheery touch
And there, lots of happiness found.

We cooked all morning then the table was set
Yes mama had her four kids home
The smile in her eyes I will never forget
At the happiest Thanksgivings I've known.
 

Poem written by:
Tammy Boatman-Young
Nov. 2004
 

The song playing now  was one of mama's favorites -
'Precious Lord, Take My Hand'. We used to
sing that in church together. Mama's other
favorite song was 'Beulah Land'.