When the leaves change
And the air grows cold.
We all come together,
The young and the old.
To give our thanks,
For all that we hold.
The good and the bad,
The subtle and bold.
Families gather
And stories are told.
Covering the table,
A feast to behold.
So, bow your head
And hands please fold.
To give our thanks,
For all that we hold.
I wrote this at work with some residents for Thanksgiving. I work with seniors with dementia, maybe I'll post some other poems we have written together sometime. They help me rhyme and brainstorm ideas. Happy Thanksgiving. (Canada)
