Momma, We Made It

another year at the same table

The smell of broiled turkey, fresh cooked greens, and sweet potato pie,

I look around the table with a grateful look that I’m sure not going to disguise,

Momma, we made it,

We’re here together another year,

I know the year has been rocky,

We’ve shed a couple or more tears,

But when I look around,

And hear the mix of laughter,

And all the sound,

I feel the warmth wrap around me,

Even though it’s pretty cold outside,

We’re gonna be alright,

Fight the trials no matter the size,

We’re gonna run the world,

Us, Pop and little bro too,

You’ll all my family,

And just know I’ll always choose you.