Thanksgiving Dinner Parties
As the Holidays approach, I start to lose my appetite,
Worried about arguments, that draw near to a fright.
Can we get a gag order? No talk of this nor that,
Independents and Republicans, Socialist and Democrats,
Gathered at our table, so grateful for this meal?
Lest this precious, happy gathering, will turn to an ordeal.
Memories are forming of my youth so long ago,
That yanks and pulls my heart back, where I wish not to go.
Papa stood then bellowed at our guest, "There is the door!!"
Then Uncle chuckled, stood and shrugged, but visited no more.
The turkey, mashed potatoes and the freshly buttered corn,
Were tasteless now, relationships were ripped and left us torn.
Oh, those words were spilled forth, you know, a tit-for-tat...
And I just do not understand,
it should not be like that.
One year I planned with diligence, and truly, months before,
I'd grown my lovely sunflowers and zinnias galore,
I purchased some large pumpkins,
on sale at market store.
On our dinner table, I'd set a lovely cloth,
And down the center, pumpkins, filled with flowers,
Peace-plan troth
Two young ladies sat at corners: opposite complete:
We all prayed, gave thanksgiving,
Passed the plates, began to eat....
When one of the young ladies raised her voice for all to hear,
And peaked at her opponent, hoping she had gained her ear.
She'd heard her. Oh. The tension I recall with apprehension.
I hate to stew, as I preview the gatherings in sight,
While planning out a menu full of Thanksgiving delight.
Feeling indigestion, though the meal's a week away,
I so want to relish thankfulness on the upcoming day!
I'd rather dish up peace in lieu 'a piece of homemade pie,
I'm feeling stressed, albeit blessed, I shake my head and sigh.
I set out the fall knickknacks, and grandma's old saltshakers
I hear her voice in whispers... 'Blessed are the peacemakers!'
I know it's always been thus, now I must find a way,
Respect, and love I pray prevail,
This next Thanksgiving Day.
Pursuing the Beatitudes, Christ's words to change my scope,
Feasting on the Bread of Life, I face next week with hope.
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