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Thanksgiving Feast

Dear Marian and Beth,

With another Thanksgiving here already, I thought you might like to see this poem I wrote years ago. So much has happened since then, of course.

Love,

Mom

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.

The Myth of the Yellow Kitchen at the Boston Book Festival

Rhoada WaldDear Beth and Marian,

It was a perfect New England fall day as we set up for the Boston Book Festival. The vivid blue skies were a welcome change from the dark storms that rolled through during the week, and everyone seemed to be in a great mood.

It was fun to see so many people so enthusiastic about books and reading in this age of computers. People spent plenty of time on their smart phones walking by as they texted and sent off pictures, but many also had books under their arms as they passed.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I found that I really enjoyed letting people know about the Myth of the Yellow Kitchen.  I even sold a few signed copies.

Now that it’s done, I’m looking forward to getting out to the local book stores and doing some readings. Do you have any thoughts on that? Any suggestions?

I will let you know what comes next.

Love,
Mom