Of course I can't post this year's poem yet. That would ruin the surprise! Plus I haven't written it yet. Haha!
But here's a poem from a couple of years ago, to get you inspired:
Sheets washed for company
Check the pantry for pecans
Final grades due by Monday
And make a new seating chart
Black olives, basmati rice, whole milk, cranberries, nutmeg, maple syrup.
Meanwhile, great clouds sail overhead—
The world is so wide.
Ten thousand miles or more away
Women cook their meals
Beneath the Southern Cross,
Knowing strange stars, strange names for
Father, mother, feast, friend.
I pat the pie crust into shape,
Hand movements echoed across so many hearths,
Pie crust, tortilla, flat bread,
Feasts for our families
Come, child, grandfather, uncle, cousin,
Come to the table
Hands stretched out in welcome
Come to our home, this place