Friday, November 27, 2020

Thanksgiving 2020

 My 2020 Thanksgiving poem

It looks like just another day.

Thanksgiving begins just like every day.

The sun rises in the east.

The wind blows, birds chirp,

Cars on the road, people in stores,

Life going on,

Just the pace is different.

Fewer cars, fewer people,

Stores close early.

Most restaurants are dark.

Families gather.

Friends gather.

Some people stay home,


Reach out to family and friends 

by phone or however they can.

Outside it looks just like another day.

Inside, it feels different.

We each celebrate in our own way.

Blending tradition with a new order,

Seeking balance,

Seeking solace,

Seeking joy.