POETRY | LIFELINE
The Meaning Of Thanksgiving
Our gratitude was family
Thanksgiving wasn’t about
a grateful, patriotic heart
or thanking Founding Fathers
who stole land from natives
thieving us this country and land
We thanked Dad for his labors
for providing us food and drink
a shelter we called Home
and clothing upon our backs
Dad was our hero, our provider
We thanked Mom for her cooking
for having little but providing much
for ensuring each meal was healthy
and delicious, though sparse
Mom was our hero, our strength
And we thanked the Divine
for keeping us together
affording Dad good health
and Mom strong arms to hold us
and giving all of us grateful hearts
©2021 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
In response to Sahil Patel’s Lifeline prompt — Write about a special Thanksgiving memory.
Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction, and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. Check out her personal Medium blog here.
