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
Driving to the cemetery
The comfortable quiet over prayers said silently
And more smiles then tears
because loves whats raised us. . .
If thankful is a sound its my father and me thanksgiving day remembering ..
A contest entry
- Thanksgiving by melphleg.
850 points, ended December 7, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is simple but good. I like the fact that you compare the past with the present and show you can be thankful for both times.
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