My Thanksgiving

On this day of remembrance, To give thanks for what we own, Many are much more somber, And sadness is the tone. I can sit here and ponder, All that I don’t have, Or choose to put on joy, Like an ancient herbal salve. We all have a perspective, That we view our lives from, Sanguine or naysayer, The contented and the glum. I may have few possessions, Noteworthy wealth in my life, But I have riches like a king, In people like my wife. My life may be in turmoil, As chaotic as a twister, But family is my anchor, In the love of my two sisters. I have a roof over my head, And meals three times a day, I have the understanding of family, As I rest, write and play. My body desires to fail me, And at times my mind gives way, My thoughts often hazy, And melt like warm sorbet. My family has a value, That surfeit gold cannot compare, And regardless of possessions, I have nothing to despair. Upon this day of thanks, While food conceals the table, Take time to love your family, While you still are able. Warren Wurzburger November, 2010