Monday, November 28, 2011
However ... when it had just hit me that I hadn't made that special cake I got a call from my youngest daughter, Kelly ... "Mom, I still have a half of Nonnie's last Applesauce cake in the freezer; should I bring it?" So the tradition continued without that dreaded misstep. :-)
I enoyed many leftovers this morning: the last of the the fall pumpkins and squashes mixed in with apples and Clementines, the last of the flowers that graced the Thanksgiving table and the last of the yummy cake. It seems only fitting that I share it all with you and this leftover Thanksgiving poem written years ago.
I personally had much, much to be thankful for this year... I hope you all did as well, and had a wonderful love-filled holiday.
We make our journey home
each year to pick clean
the Thanksgiving turkey
and rattle family bones.
We know our roles
play them well,
shrink or swell to fit
our place at table,
our spot in photographs,
I wander about the overflowing house
to an empty room and a seat by the window.
Voices fade, the moment surreal,
I strain to see and feel
the ghosts that swirl among
the bronzed leaves of autumns past.
They're all here.
They come to me, chilled
I will them to stay
warm themselves by the fire
that burns in the heart of a family.
Copyright ©2000 Susan M. Kennedy