Grandmother's Stuffing

 

She left the house--her reason was sound,

She, had the turkey--the stuffing's downtown!!

 

She, had her mission, that must be fulfilled-

Her mother's fresh stuffing, was over the hill.

 

Tomorrow's Thanksgiving--and, she had the bird!

Now, After the stuffing?  Some say---absurd!!!!

 

A grandmother's  stuffing for Thanksgiving Feast.

There is none to compare, no--none in the least.

 

The blizzard had come, left it's mark--and, then gone,

No cars could get through ; what else could she do?

 

She didn't mind, for she loved the snow-

The feel, and the smell, her cheeks were aglow.

Neither snow, nor sleet could alter her feet;

For family tradition--it's her expedition.

 

The stuffing now gathered for Thanksgiving treat;

She retraced her steps-- back up the street.

While walking, and thinking ; daydreaming's reflection--

She then cleansed her soul from all imperfection....

 

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1998