Thanksgiving
warm hearths, bundled hearts, I'm flying home
gathering selected moments to remember
around the bountiful tables of November
pushing others aside in the hall closet
hoping no one finds them and all will forget
older faces, and some so new, carving the past we have stuffed
into slices that we can nicely arrange
into stories that never and always change
of parents' whims and childhood sins
and mismatched memories where no one wins
Thankful for all the family that remains --
To be otherwise would unleash our guilt
and dare diminish the family picture we've built
So coffee, pie are poured, sliced and served
and I celebrate the Thanksgiving we now deserve
gathering selected moments to remember
around the bountiful tables of November
pushing others aside in the hall closet
hoping no one finds them and all will forget
older faces, and some so new, carving the past we have stuffed
into slices that we can nicely arrange
into stories that never and always change
of parents' whims and childhood sins
and mismatched memories where no one wins
Thankful for all the family that remains --
To be otherwise would unleash our guilt
and dare diminish the family picture we've built
So coffee, pie are poured, sliced and served
and I celebrate the Thanksgiving we now deserve
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