Neck Of The Chicken

Families come and families go continually But some things are similar it seems Get-to-gathers important to have Talk about work and maybe some dreams Big family dinners back in the day Pot lucks I remember so well Grandma in her wraparound apron Her favorite food you could always tell For grandma always went out of her way To ‘reserve’ the part she liked best And what was that piece of food you ask? What was grandma’s quest? “Leave that neck of the chicken for me, ” She’d holler from across the room Or sometimes she’d take a single fork And stab it, and it couldn’t be too soon We’d smile at the determination she had For we’d never stand in the way Of grandma and her neck of the chicken And we knew it would stay that way Even though Grandma left us years ago Another generation has come and gone When I see a neck of the chicken It’s on the end of grandma’s fork prong!