"Get out of the kitchen"! I hear Gramma say
"It will be ready when its ready"
"Dont touch that pie"! "Thats for Company"
Turkey, fresh bread and spices fill the air
The kids are bouncing off the walls, Lions and Cowboys on TV
Daddy and the boys are out in the field hunting
"Look Papaw, its starting to snow", will it stick, he doesnt think so
Mama is setting the plates around the table
Everyone is quiet as Gramma brings out the platter
Ooos and awwws, smiles and laughter
Daddy starts to carve
Utensils clinking, food passed, chatter
Gramma is smiling "Who wants more"?
Mama, Auntie and big Sis are cleaning up the mess
Gramma is holding the baby
Papaw in his chair, loosening his belt
Give hugs to Gramma and Papaw
Time to go home
Oh, only to go back there once more
I hear my grandchildren running thru the door
Thanksgiving Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
10/25/19
"Get out of the kitchin"!
I hear Gramma say
"It will be ready when it ready"
"Dont touch that pie"!
"Thats for Company"
Turkey, fresh bread and spices
Fill the air
The kids are bouncing off the walls
Lions and Cowboys on TV
Daddy and the boys
Are out in the field hunting
"Look Papaw, its starting to snow"
Will it stick, he doesnt think so
Mama is setting the plates
Around the table
Everyone is quiet
As Gramma brings out the platter
Ooos and awwws
Smiles and laughter
Daddy starts to carve
Utensils clinking, food passed, chatter
Gramma is smiling
"Who wants more"?
Mama, Auntie and big Sis
Are cleaning up the mess
Gramma is holding the baby
Papaw in his chair
Loosening his belt
Give hugs to Gramma and Papaw
Time to go home
Oh, only to go back there once more
I hear my grandchildren
Running in the door
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
10/25/19
A searing headache this morning my head splits
In circumstances whose cause I can’t pinpoint
In twilights when I teeter and shamble on my stilts
As my head I wrack to diagnose the flashpoint
That turns my world topsy turvy
In the twinkling of an eye
A deluge of emotional scurvy
Debunks the lie
I nurtured in the illusion
Of the solid love I envision in my folly
Coupled with aggrandized delusion
I convince my mind wholly
The love I’ve found rings true
In substance and form
Until in the fullness of time grew
With stark clarity and celerity mere fabrications in my mind free did roam
But the love I thought I held in thin air vanished without a trace
Leaving holding the baby
Alongside a stream of stress I’m grappling to address
As friends and foes nickname me crybaby
Because rivers of tears
I cry twenty four seven
Wondering why I allowed a heartbreaker at my expense into my heart to inject spears
Forever stealing the best of me from my Heaven.
Father today I was born as I look at the faces of all the doctors and Nurses and my mother. You weren't there I cried.
Father today is my first day of the third grade. My grandparents and mother and sister hug me and say good luck. You weren't there. I cried
Father today I'm up getting my diploma. As they call my Name and I walk up and look in the Audience and my Family and friends cheer. You weren't there. I cried.
Father today I get married to the love of my life. As we say our vows and kiss and turn to our family and friends. You weren't there. I cried.
Father today I had my first child as I hold her and everyone is gathered around me and my husband patting us on the back and hugging us and holding the baby. You weren't there I cried.
Father today we lay you to rest. We stand around your grave and keep our heads bowed. As my family leaves I lay a rose on your grave and get on my knees and talk to you. You're finally there to listen to me and be there, but still I cried.
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