Poetry has always come easy to me.
My girl cousins and I listened to a lot
of poetry growing up.
Both of our fathers read poetry to us
so it is second nature to me.
Are my poems perfect?
Nope- Not even close
but they are heartfelt.
Here is the one I wrote last night.
Oh! The memories of Thanksgivings past,
When I was just a child,
When the days spread out forever,
And I could just run wild.
I remember early morning sun
Upon the kitchen floor,
And father hurrying across the room
Going out the old screen door.
He would go to do the milking
Then come in to eat his fill,
Of Thanksgiving dinner lovingly prepared
In that house up on the hill.
My little grandmother always came,
Bringing the mincemeat pie,
I never ate a single bite of it
Cuz I didn’t want to die. (smiling)
My Uncle came along with her,
And another Uncle, too,
A cousin tagged in here and there,
When they had nothing else to do.
Oh! Then the years just marched along
And God took some family home,
The Thanksgiving table got smaller,
As other members began to roam.
I never dreamed when I was a child,
That the day would come to be,
That the old homestead would all be gone
And the only family left would be me.
So, gather your family close, my friends,
As you celebrate -I say-
Remember to give Thanksgiving,
For the love & riches you have today.
By: D. Diana Kosmoski ©2017
I hope your day is
FULL OF BLESSINGS
and for those that do not have family
to spend the holiday with
I wish you
peacefulness and joy
as you celebrate alone.
I'll celebrate with you in spirit......