Making Sense of Thanksgiving
‘Tis Thanksgiving Eve, and all through
my brain
memories of past holidays, and all of
their pain.
Try as I may to put them to rest,
regrets that I feel, once again I am stressed.
Perfect plump turkeys, ….damn you Norman Rockwell !
you made holiday things look so pleasingly swell.
To most of us falling short of the splendor
inadequate feelings within us do render.
Try as I might to focus on the good
it is my plight to smile, as I know I should.
So much to be grateful for, and give gracious thanks
it’s my mood, one more year - it just tanks.
One more time this year I’ll drive ‘round looking
for mommies in aprons hurrying and cooking
In windows I’ll peer, and see holiday cheer
My loneliness inside is present, and I fear…..
There are others like me, but do we show ourselves hurting?
Paste on a smile, the emotions we are skirting,
Why now? Why not? It’s as good a time as any
we are not alone…we are one among many.
Look at the homeless and hungry in downtown Indy
right now it’s dark and cold and windy.
Are they thinking of normalcy or holiday cheer?
Is the rumbling of their stomachs all they hear?
I am thankful for my comforts, I have so much
then why does my heart have this awful clutch?
Dealing with the feelings of the season, I am learning…
for once to soothe my lost self– I am yearning.
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