Thanksgiving Dinner

Its Thanksgiving again
Speeding round the sun
it comes faster every year.
Mom will not be at this one
Her thanksgiving dinners are gone.
But I am sure she is on
a cloud looking down
smiling at her family.
the golden turkey
sat near a still life
of autumn vegetables.
Gourds and Indian corn in a bowl
on the sideboard.
The log fire burning bright.
I look for the a moment
at my sisters child
the youngest granddaughter
her lovely green large eyes
exactly like moms.
Moms latent fingerprint
saying ha ha, you thought
you got rid of me
Well here I am again.
The child oblivious to her heritage
the genes Mom had left her.
Unaware she is a sequel to the book
that was moms life.
I kiss the baby girls cheek
and thank the lord
for her
Immortality.