By Andrew R. Duckworth
There’s significance
In the turkey dressing,
In the sausage and pepper dish,
In the fried catfish-
Significance not born
Of yearly tradition,
But born of memory-
Born of remembrance.
They don’t lack flavor,
But the flavor means nothing
Without the name that built them,
Without the man that craved them,
His favorites at the table-
Our favorites now in his absence.