We Feel Their Presence

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2
Prompt #312 - Is Dinner Ready

"As poets, we all bring something special to the table. As friends, we will give thanks and bring a tasty poem to our “feast.” Think a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and choose one item or dish you relish during this time."

Through my sister's hands
the recipes, and love
that went into them,
lives on.  Mom baked
two stuffings–one 
of chestnuts, and
one of cornbread 
and sausage.  My sister's
are every bit as wonderful.
Right here, even though
we are supposed to pick
one item, I couldn't leave 
without mentioning 
the cranberry relish 
which I hated as a child, 
and now relish.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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