Around Our Thanksgiving Table
Voices around our thanksgiving table
reminiscing, recalling the year’s events,
happily affirming that we are still alive.
The older generation begin to tell stories
about the good ol’ days of yesteryear,
what they still remember of age four and five.
All the traditional dishes appeared this year
Aunt Lil’s same ol’ green bean casserole.
The cooks are pleased, turkey turned out fine.
We pause, bowing our heads for the blessing
and, while the plates are being passed,
I will uncork our favorite red dinner wine.
Soon, a sudden hush falls over the room
while plates are passing around for seconds,
well, except for Grandpa’s lip-smacking chewing.
The stacks of dirty dishes are growing taller
as we finish our helping of spicy pumpkin pie
and settle down for an afternoon of football viewing.
written November 3, 2021
[a Tri-Con poetry form created by Connie
Marcum Wong, a Poetry Soup poet.]
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