Thanksgiving is a time to thank God for blessings

No long stressings

In our lives

The way we thrive

Pale, pink turkey sliced out like wood

Set on a round platter, daring me to eat it; if I should

The turkey’s coating remains browned and golden

Freshly clean; not molden

Green beans sprinkle across my plate

In a protruding rate

Sweet, savory smells fill in the kitchen

Tickling across the living room and hall; enrichen

Once seated, the family bow heads and pray

Thanking God for his way

Towards them and friends

The thankfulness never ends

The plates are cleared; the food eaten

My body slouches, as if beaten,

Into the living room sofa