The Day Before Thanksgiving

It’s the day before Thanksgiving
And while I’m employed
I’ll get to work early,
Yet slightly annoyed.
How can I focus?
I’m much too distracted.
There’s so much to do
In the time so compacted.
There’s a turkey to roast
And you know, that takes hours.
It can not be rushed.
No, it’s not in my powers.
Sweet potatoes for baking
Need scrubbing and peeling.
So deliciously spiced.
Oh, the smell sends me reeling.
Preoccupied with thoughts
Like this all through the day.
‘Til the very last customer
Is sent on his way.
Then, I make my way home
To wear my other hat.
I’m the mommy, the wife,
And the cook and all that.

I plop down in my chair
Parked in front of the fire.
With so much left to do
Still before I retire.
Then I see that my boys
Have been working hard, too.
There’s not quite so much
Left for me to do.
The turkey’s been soaking
For hours today.
It’s ready for cooking
(or most of the way.)
My little’s been washing
The veggies and stuff.
He too young for chopping,
But still, it’s enough.
I remember again
As I hang up my hat
How important they are
And I’m thankful for that.

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