Anybody up for a Thanksgiving Acrostic?

Then suddenly I'm six years old

Hungering for my grandma's hand

And thirsting for my mother's smile --

Now the women send me back:

Kitchens aren't for little girls, and

Someday you will understand --

Go, and find some thing to do.

I'm pressed and freshly ribboned, though,

Vigorously clean and readied

In white socks and patent leather shoes -- !

Now I wear muslin with bare feet:

Give me grandchildren at my side.

-- by Constance Bates

I could feel the highs and the lows of the little girl.  She will not make the same mistake her mother and grandmother did.  I liked your use of the word "readied" in the poem; it seemed to add emphasis of her inacceptance.  Thanks, Constance.

- chameleon

They called me up at

Half past three

Aunt Marie thawed the turkey but

No, it was a chicken.

Keep with tradition, grumped Grandpa.

So nothing else would do.

Get us a turkey, they told me.

I drove to the grocery store.

Vibrantly colored signs plastered

Inside the store window

No More Turkeys! the signs said.

Gravy goes with chicken too.

Thanksgiving at Grandma's House

Tables piled with luscious food

Hands outstretched in welcome hugs

All our kinfolks gathered 'round

Nog for all in ice cold mugs

Kitchen full of sights and smells

Seasonings and just-baked pies

Goodies stacked on every space

It fills our minds and lights our eyes

Very soon the cry rings out

"In your places, left and right!"

No one's ever turned away

Grandma does Thanksgiving right!

 What an enchanting verse!  Of COURSE you do Thanksgiving right (and poetry, too). 

Thankful that I'm

Happy

Aware that others do

Not have

Kisses on holidays

Smiles from loved ones

Grama's gone and they feel as

Insignificant as a spinster on

Valentine's Day

Inside they are dying from

Never-enough love

God help me to be thankful
 

 Twillow, beautiful thoughts, well-crafted!  Thanks for participating -- and look for your Acrostic in the Artella Daily Muse!

A Thanksgiving Acrostic Poem written
on the Day after Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day has come and passed, now a gift in our memories.
Hundreds of miles driven on snowy roads for family gatherings;
And platters of turkeys and hams eaten ‘round crowded tables;
Naps taken after the meal, eyes slowly closing amidst familiar voices;
Kettles steamed and whistled, hot tea warming our hands and hearts;
Songs sung, laughs laughed while wiping spilled gravy from the table.
Grandpa jiggled the newest granddaughter on his lap as she chuckled.
I smiled as I peeked in each occupied room, a fire ablaze in one and
Vases filled with dried flowers from summer’s garden in another.
I thought of the many memories from months just gone by.
Needs well satisfied, happily surrounded by my loved ones, and
Grateful for the many blessings and lessons given to me this year.

barbara 

Well done, Barbara!