T-Day and Counting
Turkey Days are often fraught
With tensions and with stress.
The harmony that’s always sought
Could end in quite a mess.
The fantasy of family fun,
With everyone on board,
Exists until the day’s begin
And someone feels ignored…
Or overworked or pushed aside
Or simply out of sorts
And then those feelings have to hide;
It’s time to watch some sports.
Yet dinner somehow will get served
And all will sit to eat,
The conversations gently swerved,
Avoiding any heat.
Desserts will come and with them, smiles;
Then clean-up and, I guess,
Another T-Day for the files,
Considered a success.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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