Query any poem you want.

Thanksgiving comes, a quiet ache,

A holiday heart that tends to break.

I miss the food, the laughter, the cheer,

The warmth of family once so near.

Mac and cheese, so rich and creamy,

Sweet potato casserole, soft and dreamy.

The meals we shared, the stories we told,

Memories more precious than silver or gold.

Nana’s love, her guiding embrace,

Her laughter that brightened every space.

She left on this day, her spirit free,

But her love still lingers inside of me.

Now the table feels too wide, too bare,

The missing faces are hard to bear.

Family scattered, some passed away,

Yet their presence fills this holiday.

I miss them all—those hugs, those smiles,

Their love stretched across the miles.

Though pain resides where joy once grew,

I’m thankful for the love that saw me through.

So I honor the past with a tender heart,

Grateful for the ways they’ll never depart.

Though Thanksgiving is hard to embrace,

I cherish the love no time can erase.