Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. I consider my blog buddies a blessing. You don't know how much it means to me to find an inspirational post on your blog, a beautiful picture, a cartoon, an astute observation, a woo-hoo for your publishing accomplishments, or a humorous remark that breaks open my day with a smile.
I hear you when you're lonely, aching, suffering, or hurting for someone else. And, I send up a silent prayer for you. Today I thank you for signing on as a follower, (I'd hoped for 75 followers by Thanksgiving), for your comments, and just for being a reader. Blessings to you.
This year I will roast a turkey so that Bill and I can have leftovers, because what is Thanksgiving week without cold turkey and dressing and cranberries for breakfast the next three days? I am not preparing the family meal, but I did for years. The past few years I have encouraged my children to celebrate in spirit with me and Bill, and in person with their dad and his wife who live in the country. Used to be, all of the kids had to drive miles and miles to visit everyone, rush through a meal and head off to the next house. It was no fun for them or us. Now there are grown grandkids who have to trek around as well. I'll wait until Christmas for my turn. On that day, our house overflows and I am in my glory.
I wrote a couple of poems. One is sentimental. I was reflecting on a Thanksgiving when my parents were alive and we had little babies in the family. The other poem I wrote for a writer's guild open mike and is a bit risque, filled with innuendo. It is harmless. I was afraid that it would bomb when I read it, but the audience laughed loud and long.
#1
Thanksgiving Feast
A mouthful:
Toothless baby grins,
little kids with missing teeth, shoveling it in,
great grandparents nibbling with false teeth.
All of us devouring tastes, textures, smells, sounds and sights.
Me, bowing my head,
grateful, full, content, smiling.
Gobbling up four generations,
wishing this scrumptious moment could last
forever.
#2
Tomorrow, I have a date with Tom. His broad chest makes me smile.
I'm going to oil his skin and massage his pecs a while.
I'll get his juices flowing and really make him hot.
Then, I'm going to grab his giblets and cook them in my roasting pot.
Happy Thanksgiving
8 comments:
Linda--I loved both poems. The way you kept the "tooth/eating" theme--in a meaningful, deep way--- in the first one was amazing. The second was funny. I laughed, like the audience at your open mic night event.
Thanks for your comment on my pumpkin post. You are indeed right. You should never try to fool Mother Nature...
Have a great day tomorrow.
Dear Linda...ha ha ha ha ha You gave me my first hoot laughter of the day with the turkey poem. YOU ARE SO FUNNY. Loved the first one, too.
Thanks so much, Linda, for your visits to my blog. Every time I see that you have visited, it makes me happy!
Blessings to you and all your family. Hugs. Susan
Hahahahahaha! Oh, Linda, I never know what I'm going to get over here, either! Thanks for the grins, the sweet and the sexy ones ;-)
Linda, You really got me with the turkey poem. I didn't see that one coming. (laughter) The first poem is special. Have a wonderful holiday.
How funny--and how different--these two poems are. You definitely have a gift.
Hope you have a blessed thanksgiving.
Donna
Just had to drop in and make sure you weren't stealing my man! ;-)
Have a wonderful, blessed Thanksgiving, Linda. Love to you and Bill!
I am thankful for those poems that made me smile...and then giggle uncontrollably. I am thankful for you. Hope you and your family have a great day, Linda!!
Both poems made me smile, but the second gave me a good belly laugh for the day. God bless!
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