Thanksgiving is a special time to remember all the good things in our lives. Not that we shouldn’t do that all the time, but this is a time to do it together. I wrote this some time ago, but it still applies today.

Whatever you are doing in this season, I hope you are able to enjoy the blessings around you.

Thanksgiving

I feast my eyes on the children
my children
grown, beautiful
building an order to their lives.

My eldest getting married
to a wonderful young man
Another in law school,
not quite together yet about his life,
his vocation, his love,
But together in his head, his vitality
his assessment of things.

And the youngest
when did she get so lovely,
so tall, so slim
so elegant,
getting off the train
hugging her brother.

I feast my eyes on my nieces and nephews
growing up, getting taller
building an order to their lives.
Carrying the chairs, setting the table,
laughing as I torture the turkey

I feast my eyes on the richness of the harvest,
of young people
having birthdays, arguing about politics,
growing older, entering adulthood.
I feast my eyes on the miracle of it all.

This poem was reprinted from The Myth of the Yellow Kitchen, a memoir about resilience in the face of life’s challenges.