They gathered at the old home place
To celebrate another Thanksgiving Day.
They knew it would not be the same,
For dear Grandpa had passed away.
They tried not to mention Grandpa.
It might make Grandma feel bad.
They did not want to take the risk
Of possibly making Grandma sad.
They all gathered around the table.
Uncle Henry was asked to say grace.
They secretly pondered the question,
"Who would sit in Grandpa's place?"
Then each of them viewed the scene.
Grandma had set the table with care.
At Grandpa's place, there was no plate,
But his old Bible was sitting there.
"Dear Grandpa loved the living Word,"
Grandma smiled and cheerfully said.
"His soul lives up there with God,
Even though his body is now dead."
Everyone smiled cheerfully at Grandma.
Then they bowed their heads to pray.
They knew that Grandpa was happy too
On this very special Thanksgiving Day.
This poem was a finalist in the November 2013 poetry contest