This time of year brings memories
Of many holidays spent at home
Recalling the goodies on Thanksgiving
And the fight for the pulley bone



I don't think we ever had a turkey
But Mother roasted the fattest chicken
My heart has never forgotten
The aromas wafting from the kitchen



I loved to mix the pumpkin custard
All our food was made from scratch
When Mother made the pie crust
She always had to triple the batch



The first Thanksgiving that I remember
I had an argument with my big brother
He had always gotten the pulley bone
So the fight was settled by Mother



After the meal, we pulled that bone
And I got the biggest piece
That's how we settled it every year
Still full from the yearly feast



One year Mother roasted two chickens
Seven children were now in our home
Big brother and I never fought again
From then on, we had two bones



Oh, the fine wishes that we made
Dreaming dreams as children do
Reliving those days in my memory
Is like having a wish come true



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
November 11, 2009
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