Thanksgiving Day
Is it true? Is he here? Or is this just a dream?
I stand and stare as he sleeps there...could it really be?
A year ago I didn't know if my prayers would come true;
Thanksgiving Day, yet far away, a son in danger, too.
So many times I truly cried, would he make it home again?
I stayed awake, what would it take for this nightmare to end?
I touch the face brought home by grace of a child that's been to war;
As he opens his eyes I realize I love him even more.
With a sheepish grin (Mom's caught again), standing over her first-born son;
He says "Yes, Mom, I'm really home. Are the turkey and stuffing done?"
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