Ever wonder what it might be like to sit at a noisy Thanksgiving table?

Here is a humorous poem to give you some outlook….Enjoy!!

Sitting around a crowded holiday table seated with friends and family whom I adore,
The loud joyful chat, has begun to rise above, a high pitched roar.

Kids are happily chewing along, playing in their mashed potato gravy boats,
while the dogs sit below, taking snacks here and there,
munching like crazy hungry goats.

The Thanksgiving table is all aglow,
with so much food,
It’s like our once bare kitchen suddenly has been put on overflow.

A moist golden turkey sparkles under the bright kitchen light,
The home comforting taste melts in my mouth,
and is quite tasty to the bite.

Amongst the turkey that steals the show,
There’s still so much more delicious treats yet that I yet need to make a go.

Before I have yet to finish, of course, I’m looking for my tasty food sidekick,
Where’s the bread, and of course the butter, that I can give a tasty lick?

Above the glee, and the cheerful noise, I so happily question,
“Could someone please pass the bread?”

There’s nothing like a simple finish to go with a full-filling Thanksgiving meal,
But I have to wonder, did I ask aloud ,or was it just a whisper in my head?

I search amongst the huge portion of creamy mashed potatoes,
and the home-style green bean casserole…

Still no sight of my last part of the dinner encore,
So again, I ask above the dull roar…

“Could someone please pass the bread…?”

One simple response from the dog underneath the table,
he wistfully comes by and gives my hand a little wet kiss,
Of course, that really wasn’t the answer I was hoping for…
The pup goes on, hoping to eat something else he hasn’t missed…

Where on earth is that bread and butter?
Sweet cinnamon aromas come from a fresh baked pumpkin pie,
sitting front and center
as dessert is passed….

While the cool-whip and delicious pie seems to catch the attention of my nose,
My burning question still goes by unknown,
No one seems aware that I have asked….

Patiently, yet more urgently, I follow the growls of my stomach once more,
A little louder, I ask again, above the louder dessert chatter roar…

“Could someone please pass the bread?”

A little annoyed, yet still waiting patiently,
I wait for someone to dearly answer me.

Everyone is chewing and smacking away on the Thanksgiving dessert,
I guess somehow, nobody has seemed to remember or hear me…
My angry stomach and I —are slightly hurt.

I arise, and begin scanning the food table once more,
Someone passes a pitcher of cider, while one of the little ones,
knock their glass to the floor ….

Finally-a moment -when silence does arise,
A crash, and small shatter-
Everybody looks around with wide curious eyes.

This was my time….
I ask, again, a bit annoyed, and a bit louder, while
yet trying the best to show my patience-
“Could someone pleeease pass the bread?”

My spouse, so loving, so sweet,
finally replies,

“While of course honey, I can get it for you….
All you had to do was ask.
—But just to let you know-
It’s sitting right there,
next your wine flask.”

“Oh….”
I sheepishly grin,
Yet happy and in love-
Oh my delicious bread and butter
Finally, … at last.

Christmas is around the corner, and pretty soon, we will all be gathering our wish lists and shopping for those that we love.  While Christmas isn’t just about the gifts, it is about family and coming together to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

We will all definitely keep in mind this year about the true meaning of Christmas, and try not to let our current situations get us down-either it be unemployement, financial woes, or others.  As long as you are with your family or those that you love and care about the most-then that is truly the best Christmas present that you can have.

ACTIVITY FOR BLOG READERS:

By leaving a comment, let me know what your Christmas wish is-tell me about it in a few lines, and I will see if a poem can be formed by your Christmas wish request.  Think about what is truly important to you this year, and what your heart would like to have for Christmas.  Gather your paper and pen-pretend that I am “Santa” and write your wishes, and let’s see if your wishes can be turned into poetry….

A few took part in our blog’s “Create a Poem” for the Thanksgiving holiday.  The lines that were submitted were wonderful and so well thought, -although there wasn’t as much participation as the last poem.  I do hope that as you all gather at your Thanksgiving table this year, remember all of those that have passed, the ones who are still with us, and of course remember the soldiers who are still fighting for all of us.  While the economy is still hurting, and Americans are leading a somewhat future that is unknown, do be thankful for the life that God did give us all-While things may seem bad now, there is paradise waiting for all of us in heaven.

 Enjoy the poem below that was created by blog readers like you…..

 BE THANKFUL

At the table of Thanksgiving,
Family gathers ’round….

To give thanks and their blessing,
as they bow their heads down.

Singing praises
to the heavens above

sharing this feast
with ones they love.

Remembering the little things so often we disdain,
The air we breathe and the life we live the entire human frame.

Life itself retains its beauty with all its joys and pains,
For what more is sadness than freedom from its chains?

On this holiday, we should be thankful for the freedom and country that is alive today,

Without the help of our soldiers, perhaps many of our families may not be together this day.

Hold hands, and bow your head in prayer, as we remember, in our hearts,

that the life God gave us,

is truly something that we should all be graciously thankful for.

This is one of my narrative or story poems that I wrote awhile back, and has been one of my favorites….  Sometimes at one moment or another-especially while we are young, there are moments when we get lost.  Life can get difficult and events will test us.  There are other moments, when it’s like we have been walking around in a daze, - until something or someone finally wakes us up from our “dream,” or nightmare.   No matter what-somehow we always find our way back home. Home is where our heart is-and no matter how bad things get, we always go back home.

Home is our comfort zone-we always return.

Finding Home  

She awoke just a few moments after sunrise.

Feeling the wetness of morning dew sticking to her face

After a long sleep upon the cold grassy ground.

Gathering her strength to awaken tired eyes,

She stretches in a state of confusion.

At once, she questions herself how she ever had ended up here

in the first place.

Laying upon this cold damp grass,

She finds herself in a yard she once called home.

Yet with no memory or recollection of how she traveled here.

Perhaps it was her deep conscious that lead her to this drunken state.

Sometimes her heart knew how much home was missed before she too

Could realize it herself.

Feeling around her surroundings, her heart felt an unwelcoming ache.

A place she played while she was young…

Yet a place, deserted years ago.

Looking to the sun, tears stung her virgin eyes.

“Please bring me home,” she whispers

So many years after a wrong turn,

Her growing journey had stopped to a halt.

… An aching heart that had begun to lead the way.”

“Please bring me home...” again she whispered.

With a ray of glorious light, the loving arms of a golden angel

Wrapped herself around the poor young girl’s fragile body,

And carried her to a cozy brick home with a antique red door,

A heart engraved with the word “home“ hung upon it.

An elderly couple answered and immediate embraced this young tearful woman.

The Lord, had helped her finally find her way home

after such a  troublesome journey.

“I love you mom and dad,” she whispered.

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-ariana r. cherry 2008

Barack Obama been elected the next president of the United States.   I just wanted to take a moment to note this moment in history.  This shall be some trying times for the next few years of our nation.  While he lead an inspirational campaign, in my opinion, I am a bit nervous as well.   America has overcome racial barriers and now we have our first African American president.  That is definitely something historic in itself.

While Obama may have led the better campaign, I am nervous of how much Barack has won over America and how citizens fawn over him.  I really hope that this nation doesn’t get let down—-I do hope that he can bring change, yet like I said, I am sorry to say (while voting democratic most of my voting life-while having a few liberal tendencies), I am nervous. While I have seen Americans support their president elects, I have never seen quite anything of how Obama can light up a room, and change the opinions of an individual’s mind. He is quite the keen speaker. And yes-he does have charm…

I really hope that congress and our next president elect can better our economy.  I hope that more Americans can find better health insurance.  I also hope that low -middle class families can begin to learn to survive without worrying about the status of their home before going to bed at night….

I will pray.  I will write poetry to help myself look for the answers and hopefully overcome in doubt that I may have.

I will hope-Just as Barack promises to bring us hope, …..and change.

Whatever that may be. 

Hold on to your seats come January 2009. We are in for a ride. 

It’s always shaky the first few moments of a new president, and it could be interesting to see the events as they unfold.

…..Maybe things will get better.  We can only hope.  Until this economy can get better, that is when perhaps America can begin to see the results that Obama has promised us.   Remember to pray every night, and God will lead us through.