Thanks Giving

Norman Rockwell's famous
Thanksgiving painting has
absolutely nothing in common with
our dinner today. Except the smiles.

I didn't know until today
but while the feast was cooking
I was told that Mama's recipe
for dressing smells a lot like pot.
Sage is what it was that filled
the air around the smell of turkey
baking, molecules of pumpkin pie
still hov'ring in the air from when
I baked them yesterday.
Sage dressing didn't get us high,
but high we were, a little giddy on
the lack of drama we have gotten
far too used to in the recent years.
We sat and ate and laughed and drank
the positive vibe in, and wouldn't
it be nice to think the trend will
keep occurring till it's this that
is the Norm from now on? Thanks
was lifted up for that alone, around
a table missing some we love but
pleased with every smiling face
enjoying every loaded plate.
If we gathered to acknowledge nothing
else, it is a big one, huge, a kind
of miracle we couldn't even dream
of several months ago.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014