Thanksgivings 2019

We’ve had nights at the theater, 

and dinners with friends.

We’ve had family, and laughter,

some sad visits to funerals and hospitals,

in none of which we played featured roles.

We climbed our steps (without assistance),

moved our luggage and ourselves,

slung carry-on bags into overhead bins

and joked about being old

as we asked for our senior discounts.

We’ve had food and transport

(though Uber sometimes provided it)

books, and maps, and paper on which to write;

beauty has surrounded us,

(and speaking of which...)

We have daughters who called, and

grandchildren who read, and wrote (in cursive!)

We have work to do, places to go, 

and opinions to share.

We are capable of thought.

We’ve had the exuberance of the World Series—

and more importantly, a blue shift

that may be a light at the end of this four-year-long tunnel.

Thanksgivings? Not just one Thursday,

but every day of every year.

We have had, at the end, faith.

We have had, at the end, hope.

We have had, at the end, each other.

And love, thank God,

And love.