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Communion
by Jane E PearceThe starched white cloth,
a cover for the altar
of the special communion
with the wombs' issues,
and a partner that made
a home with a roof of devotion.
Dishes clink in the passing
of a meal steaming with thanks
for it all. Grand children's eyes
wide at the once feathered
brown bird, wait for grace
heads bowed, but eyes peeking
at the goodies to come. birthed
from the oven. Mashed potatoes
make artful dots on young chins,
and the lipstick of cranberry sauce
says that all is tasty, while
the hearts of those who have lost,
toast the empy chairs of the ones
who gave us our first Thanksgiving
served with helpings of love,
and steaming ambrosia.
Thank you God for the family
we have today, and for the ones
that loved us and taught
us how to love.
11/22/2004 Posted on 11/22/2004
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 11/23/04 at 02:37 AM Norman Rockwell couldn't have created a more image laden look at our Thanksgiving traditions. Wonderful, Jane, I can smell the Turkey and hear evryone saying grace in the silence that falls just before the meal, very nice - A Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, dear lady - RCat |
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