In All Things Give Thanks

On a crisp fall morning, in a tiny little kitchen,
Mouths were watering and noses were twitching.

All in anticipation for the noon day feast,
Without ham or turkey or even roast beef.

Baking in the oven was homemade bread.
Simmering above, berry jam for a spread.

Next to the jam was a hearty pot of soup
With chicken taken fresh from the now empty coop.

Mixed in were veggies grown from a little patch of earth.
Such wonderful smells from what some would call dearth.

When everything was ready and all gathered round,
They gratefully smiled at the sight that they found.

A small, but filled table by a cozy warm fireplace.
With loved ones around, great joy on each face.

They sat down to thank the Provider above,
For even though they had little,
It was all made with great love!