i lifted the
amazing turkey off the front
porch,
pulling it out of
the basket it arrived
in and carried
it in to my mother who was
asleep on
the couch in the living room,
her bed
after my father had left.
wake up i said to her, mom,
look, look.
she put her glasses on
and said
where did you get that.
she followed me
to the front porch
where the bag of potatoes were,
the canned goods,
the breads,
the gallon of milk,
fruits, a cake, a pie.
all overflowing.
she began to weep,
which surprised me, as
we gathered around,
filling our arms to bring
it all in.
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