Through the Woods

Thanksgiving inspired poem #2

It’s hard to be thankful at Four.
The table is full. Your belly is, too.
Family spirit is rekindled anew.
But Friday, Thanks is thought of no more.

It’s awkward to be thankful at Fifteen.
Sure, it’s a school day without school.
But, with family? How uncool.
Feign sleep with Cowboys on the screen.

It’s easier to be thankful at Thirty-two.
No longer the cook-ee, the cooker you be.
Surrounded by old and new family,
Aware of the blessings bestowed you.

A gift, to be thankful at Fifty-eight.
Traveling the breadth of a continent this year
To impart turkey secrets, advice, and cheer,
To family scattered to four corners to date.

Second nature to be thankful at the End.
Watching, with a wise, reminiscent eye,
Four thumbing his nose at pumpkin pie.
Thanksgiving - a daily garden you tend.

© Jeff Wilson, 2005