the extended family around a grand table
awaited the feast to begin
in joy, much drinking and laughter
a chorus of oohs and aahhs while grandma
placed the golden plattered turkey
in the center of our festive throng
fine spirit abounded, then all lights went out
there was a scrambling, some shouts,
until a cry of pain did command
when the lights came on,
grandpa had tears in his eyes, a turkey leg
and seven forks in his hand
(This poem appeared on Twelve Days of Poetry
on the site Poets Who Blog.)
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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