Pumpkin Bread Silence

Thanksgiving has once more arrived,

As memories of this special feast,

like specters come alive.

Yet few now remain,

of this once bustling home,

as now in pumpkin bread silence

it must refrain.

For gone now are those,

To whom we once in heart held so close.

For I remember when…I can recall,

When there was not even room enough

To sit us all.

Yet now the chairs are empty,

And the place settings gone,

As two or three gather

In the pumpkin bread silence

Of this sighing,

crying home.

Yet even still,

I remain thankful in this

And when prayers are offered,

Mine will include those

Who I dearly miss.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004

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