raisin pie

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    raisin pie

    to our house he came
    for thanksgiving
    with his family
    to be with our family.
    a blessed and learned
    experience for me.

    a joyous humble man
    he appeared to be.
    we ate our blessings with love,
    and laughter.

    he loved the raisin pie
    that came after.

    this joyous man so brave,
    so rare. was dying;but
    he did not care.
    and we did not know.

    he wanted one more
    thanksgiving with his loved ones.

    ITS thanksgiving time again
    but tommy  has gone on
    to be with el padiah                                                                                                                       to eat his raisin pie




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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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