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Thanksgiving
Contributed by
Syncoplesque
on
Thursday, 24th November 2011 @ 04:30:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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I think when I was young it didn't
Matter what we ate on Thanksgiving day
And in school the focus wasn't on food.
We would make hand-turkeys,
Yes, and Thanksgiving place mats too,
Drawing in crayon the things
We were thankful for.
Most of us would draw our Moms,
Our Dads and grandparents.
Sometimes, someone would sneak a dog or
Two onto their drawing, next to Mommy
And Daddy and Grammie and Grampa.
We had so many things to be
Thankful for.
After first grade, we didn't
make place-mats anymore--not in class anyway.
We made handmade cards to the
People we were thankful for,
Covering the interior and exterior
With childish scribblings of the. Inside
We would write things like: Thank you
Mommy for all the candy and the kisses
When I fall down, for checking in my
Closet for monsters when I'm too scared
To fall asleep. Thank you Daddy for
Making me an airplane and teaching
Me how to fly it, for showing me how
Fun fishing is. Thank you Grammie for
The homemade cookies on my birthday,
For letting me help you bake and cook,
For watching me when Mommy is working.
Thank you Grampa for all the fun rides
On your tractor, for the baseball cards
And all those baseball games you took me to.
Second and third grade were the same,
But in fourth we stopped talking about
Thanksgiving altogether. It was
Just another holiday that we took
School off for. No teachers would make hand-
Turkeys with us, no teachers would help
Us laminate our place-mats, or fold
Our cards right down the center, perfectly.
Home became the place we celebrated,
But it wasn't nearly as fun and I think
Mommy and Daddy and Grammie and Grampa
Missed getting cards, missed feeling appreciated.
Thanksgiving started to truly become about
The food and yes, the family as well, but
Mostly about the food we would make
And eat together. Giving thanks wasn't
Required anymore by school and so we
Just neglected to do so.
Years pass of this and I think now, at this
Age, a senior in high school, I understand
More. I know what I have that I should give
Thanks for. I give thanks for Mommy, who
Didn't leave me like Daddy did, who stayed and
accepted her responsibilities as a parent. I give thanks
for Grammie, who didn't know us well in the end, but
Loved us all the same. I give thanks for Grampa
Who doesn't remember the tractor rides
Anymore and who barely remembers me, but still
Smiles when I go to see him. I give thanks for the
People who helped me become who I am, who
Taught me everything, gave me everything I ever
Needed to survive life. I remember them now and I
Will always remember them in my heart. They
Each have a special place. And tomorrow, when
I bow my head at the table, hold the hands of
My brother, my step dad and my mom,
I will give thanks for them too. Thanksgiving,
After all, is about the 'thanks' and the 'giving',
Not the food, not even the hand-turkeys
And Thanksgiving place-mats. It's all about
The thanks.
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Syncoplesque
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Re: Thanksgiving
(User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Sunday, 27th November 2011 @ 04:26:17 PM AEST
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I wish I knew more about you! This is an
incredibly beautiful and very wise beyond
your age masterpiece! You hit the nail on
the head directly and with force concerning
life itself! Possessions don't matter! But the
giving of Thanks is what gives us all our
true worth! Whether you are a young College
student, or a granny in a rocker, this shows
mature wisdom. Please let me know just a little
more about yourself by filling out some Bio info
on your personal account page. Look at my
homepage here to get an idea what I mean!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns (Rob)
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