Giving Thanks: A Thanksgiving Poem

By Deborah E. Joyce

Thanksgiving is over, I’m stuffed to the gills

Ate here with the seniors, I’ve had my fill

went to sleep early, up at four

my body, tired, was very sore

Went to the computer with pad and phone

on Black Friday, I never leave home

Avoiding the onslaught of shoppers in droves

I brew the coffee, stay warm in my robe

The dog ate my mattress, that’s the 1^st stop

Sleepy’ s.com is where I will shop

coupons, rebates, I find them all

presents to buy, most I recall

Back to the bed, the budgets okay

spent more on that mattress then anything today

now it’s time to decorate-

my Christmas party is at a close date

Before you think this is all about shopping

I’ll tell you a thought in my head that’s been bopping

songs for birthday, Christmas, Easter you see

not for Thanksgiving, how can that be?

I hereby proclaim Thanksgiving the best

far and above all the rest

food, friends, camaraderie

This means so much more to me

Giving thanks for all the days

abundance, joy in many ways

my circle of people, I give you your due

and thanks to you the whole year through

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