Thanksgiving Poem

 

 

                    Thanksgiving  1978

(for Peggy, Lisa and Rich, Philip, and Steven)

Perhaps I should have said it just between                                                            The wine and grace, the wishing and the blessing.                                                   That was the time for words, when the scene                                                          Had just begun, before we passed the dressing,                                                       Before the knife cut deep into the breast,                                                               I might have paused, looked up and all around                                                         Into the eyes of each of them.  A jest                                                                        Came easier, wit tossed into the sound                                                                   And lost.  Between the stuffing and the pie                                                                Was yet another quiet moment when                                                                      I could have told them all.  Instead I sighed                                                        And let it pass. Just once before the end

I should have cried:  “Listen.  Before you go,                                                           I love you.  I just wanted you to know.”

Peter LaForge

I worked with Pete for a long time, a good writer and teacher, a good man.  rjn

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