Then
Bountiful offerings
Mouths watering
The whir of grandmas mixer
Over the things families say
When loves whats raised them …
If warmth is a sound its our family , thanksgiving day
Now
My father and me
Catching up on things while
Driving to the cemetery
The comfortable quiet over prayers said silently
And smiles replacing tears
because loves whats raised us . . .
If thankful is a sound its my father and me Thanksgiving day remembering ..
A contest entry
- We Gather Together Thanksgiving Contest by Star Shine.
800 points, ended November 28, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very nice ...
and very nicely done.
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Your repetitive line is truly inspired and inspring, making this piece stand out for me and calls up so many emotions and memories. It also inspires me to be thankful for the warmth and love that has surrounded me all my life. Thank you for this beautiful thanks-giving.
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