Thursday, November 26, 2009

My Annual Thanksgiving Poem

The rule at our house is: no pie until you share your (original) Thanksgiving poem!

Hooray! I get pie this year! Here's my poem:


Lazy Thanksgiving Sonnet

The turkey’s in the oven roasting slow
I’ll cran the berries into sauce at ten
It’s raining lightly, but no chance of snow.
You mash the yams and thaw the pies and then

We’ll nap. The day will laze along till one
We might go for a stroll around the block.
By then the turkey should be almost done
We’ll set the table, take a picture, talk.

We won’t have children running in and out.
The dishes won’t take hours and hours to wash.
All day, in fact, we can do just about
Whate’er we want without a care, by gosh.

Oh happy crowd of last year, stay away--*
I love a quiet, calm Thanksgiving Day.

*Note to my darling and wonderful relatives. You know I love you. You know I love to have us gathered together. So please don't take this personally! It's just after last year, with 22 people at the house, and 2 years in a row with a December wedding, that I am rather fond of only having a few people in the house today. :)

2 comments:

Polly said...

Ahhh...Mom...of all the things to have frozen...why the pie? That's the yummiest part!

Kathy Haynie said...

You forget...it was you girls who made the pies! I'm tired...