Thanksgiving Poem

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.”

Pete died recently.

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