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Thanksgiving, 2009

With seeming chaos in the kitchen,
a cacophony of sound and confusion,
and four children still learning
about volume control with their voices,
my brother exercises his necessary strategy;
he is the LOUDEST by far!

In an inexplicable miracle of timing,
all the dishes prepared by many hands
make it to the crowded table,
almost impossibly, at the same time!

“I don’t like turkey.”
“I only want to eat dessert.”
“What’s this red jiggly stuff, Mom?”
Somehow, everyone eats their fill

Through the clamor of conversation,
and the pass the “this” and pass the “that”,
Belle, the family’s rescued dog, wanders
through a forest of legs and feet

Enjoying her own version of the holiday
Thankful for the frequent charity of cuisine
abandoned to her floor level kingdom

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
Memories of holidays past.
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

Hello, Michael,
This was a fun read! I enjoyed the sounds and the hustle and bustle, and the welcoming feeling that floods over the poem. I love the language used to describe Belle's bounty! What a special day and time.
Thank you,
L

Thank you L! I enjoyed writing this piece. The memories it brought forth were wonderful. Thanks, as always, for sharing your thoughts, and glad you enjoyed it.

Best

Michael Anthony

author comment

It’s just a bundle of truth wrapped in nostalgic Americana.

I love it,
Tim

Appreciate your comments Tim - thank you!

Best

Michael Anthony

author comment

as much and possibly more, than your writing it! You seem to have hit a spot that tickled everyone's memory and funny bone.
I remember the first Thanksgiving celebrated with my own family of children and spouse, eclectic in-laws and friends. It was a major high point and remembrance that will stay with me forever! The dog was an especial piece of it all, we had our own [Baby] a young German Shepard, that was in heaven! Thank you for bringing back that special day! ~ Geezer.
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