The Meaning of Thanksgiving Turkey
I like turkey the best.
Dad always cut the turkey.
It was the only kitchen task
he was ever talked into doing
until he had Alzheimer’s.
He forgot that it wasn’t manly
to help mom in the kitchen,
pick flowers from the garden
or say I love you, so in latter years
Dad did all of those things.
I like turkey the best
and realizing that though
we kids only saw the manly dad,
we somehow knew that deep down
there was that tenderhearted dad, too.
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