When the matriarch takes the fall

’Twas the week before Thanksgiving

and down on the farm

the folks were dealing with a steer

who needed to be in the barn.

The Jersey or the Holstein?

It mattered not.

He had to go in

to get a ‘feel-better’ shot.

Dad moved from one direction;

and Mom from the other.

The steer was surrounded,

he’d go in, one way or another!

The steer moved left

and then swayed right.

Mom shifted with the creature,

determined to put up a fight.

There the two stood,

eyeing each other.

Then Mom took a step back

and, ‘Oh Brother!’

Her foot was tripped up

by a frozen cow pie.

She stuck out her arm

just in the nick of time.

The landing was rough;

her head missed the gate.

Mom’s hand took the brunt;

her wrist, it did break.

Off to the doctor

and orthopaedic surgeon.

He put in a plate, some screws

and it was done.

So on our Thanksgiving

everybody pitched in.

Big brother Kevin

carved the turkey and ham.

The ladies brought salads

and baked apple pie.

The feasting it stretched

from morning ’til nigh.

So much to be thankful for

we thought with a sigh.

If only Mom hadn’t tripped…

on that frozen cow pie.

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