Each day and at Thanksgiving
Your heart is here to share
With thoughts of you forever
Your love won't disappear
In every waking moment
Our hearts are joined as one
You're always at our table
Holding hands with everyone
This sadness that's upon us
On this most special day
When laughter ends in mourning
What is there left to say
No longer can we see you
And yet we know you're near
Your chair in life is empty
Your love is everywhere
We wish for just one moment
That we could turn back time
We'd close our eyes in gratefulness
For all the love combined
Our hearts are filled with sorrow
Our thoughts of you are here
Your smile, your eyes and laughter
Will echo through the years
For all of life we're grateful
But mostly for your heart
For every beat upon this earth
It's rhythmic love imparts
The love that you have given
It stays with us each day
Our life was touched with velvet
For you were love's Bouquet".
ęCopyright November 21, 2003
Thanksgiving had a special meaning for my sister
As children we used this special Holiday to
great moment of the heart.
Growing up in Brooklyn, Halloween, used to be a
prankster day. Chalk and bags filled with powder
to dress up the streets and stoops on our block.
But Thanksgiving, was special, in our area.
We would dress up as little pilgrims and go door
door asking "Anything for Thanksgiving" ~ We did
candy or apples but we got small change. After
our money we would rush home to our room and sit
floor and count it all up and usually wound up
what we would consider a small fortune.
Then my sister would take me by the hand the
and we would go to the variety store on the
We would take all our change and buy everyone in
family a Christmas present and buy pretty paper
all the gifts for Christmas. We would put them
bed, hiding them. Then each day we would check
if they were still there and feel so wonderful
that we had
everyone's special gift for Christmas. It was
such a special time.
When Christmas arrived we were so proud to hand
each one of our loved ones a special treasure.
These small gifts of no great monetary value
very valuable to us both. It was a treasure back
and it is most precious and treasured memory
These are the times and moments in my life I
dear to my heart and soul all because of
I miss you Sissy with all my heart and soul.
Entitled "Jesse's Song" by
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