Thanksgivings Past

Written for:  November 2021 PAD - Day 25

"Write a thankful poem.

Mom orchestrated Thanksgiving for years.  One year, I recall
a long, rectangular table filling the living room, covered
in white cloth.  This gathering was larger, with the inclusion
of cousins we adored.

Turkey was the least of it for Dad, who laboriously scored
X's in fresh chestnuts for roasting.  Out of the oven,
they were then chopped for stuffing.  In addition, Mom made
cornbread stuffing, her own cranberry relish, as well as
Dad's favorite–sweet potato casserole.

I look back in awe and admiration of Mom who so seemed to 
seamlessly glide through those dinners.

           mother dog gives birth
           sets up her corner alone
           six puppies suckle

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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