Holidays were always my favorite time
with all the cooking, and the spices in the air,
Each individual smell like heaven
letting us all know that mom was cooking.
Hot fresh pumpkin and apple pies
honey glazed hams and roasted turkey,
Sweet potatoes and hot baked potatoes
green beans casserole and fresh bread.
So many different foods spread out
just to tease the eyes, then tastebuds,
As we surround the table for giving thanks
the best surprise of all floats from the kitchen.
The smell of warm vanilla drifts out
mixed with another mouth watering smell,
Fresh melted chocolate teases the nose
urging us to eat the meal before us.
Year after year has slowly passed by
and things have changed so very much,
Yet still I remember those family meals
each and every holiday that passed.
Family gathered together in harmony
all differences set aside for the time,
Laughing and joking at all things shared
the exploits of the weeks and months gone.
Of all the things from that time I remember
I recall best, the smell of vanilla and chocolate,
Knowing that mom was spoiling all of us
and wishing I could turn back the clock.
Years have passed and the holidays gone
no longer shared as they once were,
Yet I am always thankful for the memories
and thankful for vanilla and chocolate.
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