Anxiety's Pull
When hosting on Thanksgiving Day,
I worry there won’t be enough
For it’s the American way,
On holidays, to overstuff.
If I were alone with my spouse,
We’d eat a few bites and be full
But when there are guests in our house,
I give in to anxiety’s pull.
Should I run to buy more at the store
Or stop fretting and try to relax?
It won’t be many hours before
All the company will have made tracks.
What’s the worst that can happen, I think –
There’ll be talk that we needed more food
But perhaps with a bit more to drink
We’ll all be in that holiday mood.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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