I was in charge of writing the family Thanksgiving poem this year. I struggled with it because the words are just not arranging themselves in poetic ways these days. And yes, this doesn't bode well for our annual Christmas poem! Ah well, this one is done now, and it talks about some of my favorite things, so it's poem enough for me, I guess. Hope you & yours are enjoying the day!
I’m sitting in my muse-free zone
picturing the faces of my family.
Surely there is poetry there –
in those eyes and those familiar smiles,
in the vision of generations,
in love lost, love regained, love found,
in the possibility of persimmon pudding
and home grown green beans.
There is poetry in the familiar –
in the ritual of rush and not enough time,
in the spectacle and laughter,
in the empty places for those we miss.
And there is definitely poetry
in the hands we grasp around our family circle,
in this annual waltz of thanksgiving.