Sunlight bursts through trees leaving
Lacy patterns on the floor of the forest.
Sun through curtains on wood floors
Spring back to me, and the sounds
Of laughter coming from the kitchen
Echo through the woods.
It is the pine whispering,
“All is not lost; nothing is ever lost.”
My grandmother, in unison, agrees,
As twigs snap underfoot.
The turkey is in the oven and the fountain
On the table babbles with the river.
She would hang paper leaves on the curtains
And the light would leave their imprint
On the rug, gossamer and oak
Amid dragons and flowers.
Beside me now, her small feet step blithely
Over childhood toys and fallen trees.
It is morning
And we are called to the table.
Note: Happy Thanksgiving, to my friends, family, and readers. If you’re going to be on your own, visit a church kitchen and volunteer, stop by a VA hospital and keep a vet company, if you have a pet, give extra hugs and kisses, that applies to kids, too. It’s only one day – did I mention, naps are good?