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Almost December, Thanksgiving over
outside is frozen once again. The warm
TV is on and logs burn in the stove
as I’m eating Aunt Fern’s dried tomatoes
desiccated skins like mummies from the
pyramids. Yum Yum Yum all of her love
is ripe on my tongue softening them up.
Suddenly last summer is in my mouth
harvest of August November as if
fireflies exist in the light of my spit
and what seemed hard and dead’s a red sweet
salamander slipping between my teeth—
Just one of the things Aunt Fern’s present is
I’d be satisfied if this were heaven.
I too remember Aunt Ferns dried tomatoes! Wonderful memories of my daddys family. Picnics and reunions gone except for the memories all their families have left. Oh, but they were grand! Aunt Theresa and Uncle Don had the perfect place to gather everyone together. I have a family to be thankful for. I truly felt all the love they had for us all.
Yes, there are a lot of memories in our family so we are very lucky because many are wonderful