Mark Gooch is having Thanksgiving in his home state of Michigan. You have read some of his other poems here (Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Trick or Treat, A Cinquain; When I Drowned).
This poem could be the word companion to that famous Norman Rockwell
painting. It details the typical traditional American Thanksgiving.
Hope it’s a better day for you, dear reader, than it is for the turkey!
Scenes From A Thanksgiving
By Mark Gooch
Aroma of freshly baked pies,
with the hint of pumpkin, nutmeg, and cinnamon,
breads and rolls, warm to the touch,
golden-brown turkey adorning the countertop sizzles as you walk by.
Faint whirl of beaters, transforms potatoes into white, smooth velvet,
anticipating the arrival of the thick rich gravy.
Pickles, sweet and dill,
cranberries and dressing,
all properly prepared, wait still.
The sounds and flavors of family and friends,
sharing life’s moments,
wishing Thanksgiving would never end.
