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A Poignant Thanksgiving

November 22, 2015

(click – hear the voice behind the words) 

She worried this year about Thanksgiving.
Typically a feast beyond which
any reasonable human being ought to indulge,
dishes both traditional – and contemporary overkill –
by 4:30 PM no one except teenage boys
could look at any more food —

Preparing it after all these years became a chore
so much so that at some point in headier days
she started to purchase a turkey and all the fixing dishes
from a graduate of the New York Culinary Institute
who catered these events –

So when that day with family gathered round,
grandma and grandpa,
the kids were anxious to leave
to see a movie, or some of them
intending to head to a bar in the City —
he made them all pack up, turkey and stuffing included,
and they traveled over strident protest,
and resounding refrains of “I hate you” from all corners
through the tunnel, together into the City
where they trolled the canyons until they saw a food bank line –
then exited with the trimmings
and spent the afternoon and evening – together –
ladling soup.

Ray Brown

3 Comments leave one →
  1. November 25, 2010 9:19 am

    Like the overall sentiment of the poem.

  2. elijah permalink
    November 25, 2010 12:57 pm

    Too true as always


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