A Thanksgiving poem about my granddaughters.

Savanna and Brianna Mace with Aunt Shanna and Pop in the background. Photo owned by PR Mace
Thanksgiving Day came in.
With a cool autumn wind.
As we prepared a feast.
For our family to attend.

The Mace Girl’s sister Heather. Photo owned by PR Mace.
The Mace Girls were coming.
Even though their father had to work.
Their Aunt Shanna picked them up.
She drove them in her big truck.

The Mace Girls with their grandmother PR Mace. Photo owned by PR Mace.
We had a great big meal.
Got thorough without any spills.
Then we cleaned the table off.
And went outside to play a lot.

The Mace Girls swing with their Aunt Shanna. Photo owned by PR Mace.
We had a game of baseball.
Then Ring around the Roses.
Red Rover called them over.
And Duck, Duck, Goose circled about.

My three girls gathering acorns to feed the squirrels. Photo owned by PR Mace.
They played until the sun.
Had just about gone out.
Then their aunt took them home.
It’s what family is all about.

Looking at all the acorns they have gathered. Photo owned by PR Mace.

The End. Goodbye. Photo owned by PR Mace.
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