A LITTLE THANKSGIVING POEM I WROTE YEARS AGO-WISHING YOU ALL A BLESSED THANKSGIVING

I have so much to give

Thanks for...SO much.

Thanks to my family,

Thanks to friends coming my way,

Thank you to everyone that

touches my day.

Thanks for my husband,

Thanks for my home,

Thanks for a resting place

wherever I roam.

Thanks for new babies,

Thanks for sweet life,

Thanks for allowing me

peace amidst strife.

Thanks for my children,

Thanks for grandchildren, too.

Thanks for the blessings

that fall on this crew.

Thanks for Thanksgiving,

As we gather this clan,

Bless every child in it

and woman and man.

Which brings us to the banquet,

The banquet of life,

Where some poor old turkey

Gave us his life.

We'll surround him with taters,

We'll smother him with peas,

We'll say, "Pass the gravy"

and Thank You and Please.

But let us remember,

As the table boards bend,

That all of this bounty

Belongs to God in the end.

Amen!

 © D. Diana Kosmoski 2011 

Told you it was an old poem

but some things never change.

Thank you to everyone that has stuck

here over the years and been part of

my blogging world.

Love to all of you-

Diana

WISHING YOU A BLESSED HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY-2021-LEST WE FORGET

I wrote this for Memorial Day

a few years ago but I think it is

relevant every day.

This means even more to me after I

volunteered at the VA Center here

before Covid hit. 

Memorial Day

Memorial Day is here once more,

We fly the flags above our door,

We plant our flowers that mark the grave,

Of every soldier that was so brave,

They fought for freedom for everyone,

Many lives snuffed out by a sniper's gun.

We proudly march in our little bands,

As daybreak filters across our lands,

But I wonder if we can truly see,

What cost it was to make us free.

Confederate soldiers fought the Yanks,

Some brothers fought brothers in those ranks,

To free the downtrodden that were lost,

To free all men at any cost.

My father was a medic in World War One,

A war not talked about by anyone,

Some men lost limbs and some were gassed,

Some picked up by comrades, others  bypassed.

World War II! How tragic indeed,

People standing by watching others bleed.

Souls thrown to the winds with no remorse,

Foreign government standing on their own course.

Vietnam was not a war they said,

Then how come so many soldiers ended up 

dead?

No heroes welcome for them in sight,

They slunk home in the dead of night.

Should I go on-with Korea & Desert Storm?

Iran? Afghanistan? Are you getting warm?

Do you feel the pain you see in their face?

Does it make you squirm in your warm, safe 

place?

I've just one more thing I'd like to say,

It's about celebrating Memorial Day,

Look around and everything you see,

Was paid out in blood so that we are free.

Put your hand on your heart,

For the blue, white and red,

Raise your eyes to the flag,

Say a prayer for the dead.

Because of a soldier I can have my say,

So ~God Bless you this Memorial Day~

A special thank you to my late nephew, Scott, 

my father, my Uncle Samuel, 

my foster brother, Eugene,

my old schoolmate, Tom Babcock and

my friend I met blogging, Kurt Keys.

And To All Our Soldiers-