Poet’s Corner: Thanksgiving Calls

Over the river or through the woods
Thanksgiving has arrived;
Our arms full of our fresh baked goods.
Dried cranberries, revived.

Olives for five fingers,
Worn by the very wee;
And cheeks of little children
Squinched by Auntie Bea.

That time of year when Uncle Frank
Puts something funny in his pipe;
And Uncle Ed drinks too much wine;
And conversation’s ripe.

Yes, lampshades take their cover:
They’re not made to be a hat
Every Thanksgiving’s got one
For instance, Uncle Pat.

We gather up our fixin’s;
Preparing days ahead:
We polish up the silver
To sparkle midst the spread.

It’s a time when we’re with loved ones;
And we give our thanks out loud;
We smile at the strangers,
When we find we’re in a crowd.

It’s when we gather near and far,
And share a special bond:
Thanksgiving time, so rich and right
It needs no magic wand.

So when you sit down at your table,
Look across the way:
And feel the smiles from your loved ones,
On this very thankful day.

For the smiles that they’re wearing
Is reflecting what’s in you:
See, they’re grateful that you made it–
For its you they look up to.

Ohhh yes, the kitchen’s left in bobbles
It’s neither here nor there;
For when we sit to share in grace,
Thanksgiving’s everywhere.