Poem: Thanksgiving Pies

Pizza on Thanksgiving Day? 

It sounds a little quirky. 

But at my house, we celebrate 

With pizza, not a turkey! 

We use my grandma’s recipe, 

Which she got from her mother. 

It’s fun to share the kitchen 

As my family helps each other. 

My dad and I create the crusts, 

With water, yeast, and flour. 

My mom makes the tomato sauce, 

Which simmers for an hour. 

My uncle chops the veggies, 

While my cousins grate the cheese. 

Last, Grandma adds some spices. 

(And we all try not to sneeze!) 

As we gather at the table, 

We hold hands and close our eyes, 

Giving thanks for every person 

Who prepared our special pies.

From Highlights magazine