It was always her birthday on Thanksgiving .
I always tried to sit with the kids .
Mom always said help me help you .
On Thanksgiving mom would salute
Her hidden heroes .
The air in her house carried the smell
Of turkey and all the trimmings
Even the hot smell of cream peas .
We all ate together .
On Thanksgiving or anytime my mother
Cooked there was always room for one more .
On Thanksgiving or anytime at mom's house
Compassion was always given and received .
By Brock
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