THANKS GIVING

The smell of sweet potato pie
In the oven fills up the kitchen
As she reaches for cans of cranberry
In the cupboard to be open

She loves cranberry sauce with turkey
But I don’t like cranberry or turkey
So for me she bakes whole chickens cut in halfs
that smells so good it makes me hungry

"She is very tired from cooking all day
Last night she was to nervous to sleep
It’s her first thanks giving with my family
And her emotional sides are running a little deep

She wants everything to be just perfect
So she,s was cooking with a lot of anticipations
She says its her first’s family thanks giving
and it will be fill with a lot high expectation

I told her to relax "its no big deal
And smile as she makes a cute puppy face
Saying "will they like my cooking?
What if they say the food have no taste?

She finishes setting the foods on the table
As I help her sweeps the kitchen floor
Shes wearing a black and gold dress
greeting the family as they comes through the door

and I swear she is the most beautiful girl
That god has ever created in the world
She smiles when they all said the foods delicious
She now had her nervousness under control

She was now in a more relax mood
And every one was just blown away by her
They keep asking her all kind of questions
filling up the house with happy laughter

She was happy every one likes her tonight
She fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed
I close the windows and pull the cover over her
Whispers”I love you” and kiss her on her head

Thanks giving is an American holiday
It begins with the pilgrims from England
Who came over and landed on Plymouth Rock
In Massachusetts in 1621

The pilgrims shared a feast in the fall time
With native Indians hiding behind some trees
And then after that the Indians came back
And leave the pilgrims a big turkey

the pilgrims would then cook a big feast and leave it outside
and the Indians would come take it and ran away
Until one day the pilgrims calls the Indians to the table
And That's how the first thanks giving dinner tradition started that day

Soon the practice was being followed by everyone
And the Indians and pilgrims builded trust and becomes friends
It didn't become a federal holiday until 1941
Although it was for many years it was an annual event

She is sleeping so gently like a baby
This was her first thanks giving in America
And I know for every thanks giving to come
This special day we will always remember

This poem is getting to be too long now
So let me put down my pen and go
Iwill get under the covers next you her
and rest my head on her pillow