a poem of thanksgiving
shoes to protect my tender feet,
a campfire and its healing heat
a boat, and sail to make it heel
the compass, the sextant, and the wheel
a pen, with all its inky bliss
a big bear hug, a deep French kiss.
spectacles for my weary eyes
journalists, to help me realize
the on/off switch, zeroes and ones
spreadsheets, and balanced sums
big fluffy towels, to lie on hot sand
phone calls from friends, helping hands
the hot water heater, a convertible two-seater,
a syncopated beat, iambic pentameter
a passport, for when I need to roam
a light on, for when I come home
photographs to keep my memories true,
especially my fondest ones of you
slow dancing, with intimate grace,
a blanket, and its warm embrace,
a pillow for my sleepy head
and silence, after all is said.
I wrote this poem around Thanksgiving 2012, just reflecting on things, inventions, contributions to society that I am grateful for. Copyright 2012 Lupe Tucker.
nice…i wrote something similar for tomorrow…ha…lots of little things we can be thankful for that often go unnoticed in our everyday walk around…yes, i like how you bring it down to the little things…that make a difference…think i might see if i can squeeZe a dance in tonight…
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awesome brian! hope you can do that … it is the little things 🙂
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Your title says it all. Such a timely piece during this season of giving thanks.
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I am with you 100%. It’s remarkable the things we take for-granted nearly every day. Wonderful piece. 🙂
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Wonderful Thanksgiving poem, it sounds a lot like a prayer~
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Wonderful poem. Love the sailing connection
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