Tomorrow is America’s Turkey Day
so this morning I stripped the bed
and threw the sheets into the washer
so I’d have something to be thankful for.
If only you’d come home again,
even if only for some turkey and a nap…
(though I wouldn’t need a nap because
I always see you when I’m sleeping.)
But if only you’d come home again
I’d throw a Turkey Day Parade; I’d
re-reset the clocks; I might even start
singing your favorite Christmas carol.