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.
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,