Thanksgiving this weekend. Today I’m thinking of the traditions associated with the feast. But, vegetarian that I am, I will indulge in my favourite: spinach pizza. The poem is for everyone else …
A TRADITIONAL MEAL
turkey takes pride of place
flanked by mashed yam, peas
sliced beetroot, carrots
roast potatoes and gravy
zucchini pickles and salad
rounded helpings of laughter
seasonings of wisdom 
mounded platefuls of family
swallowed with long acquaintance
acceptance and amusement
moving to dessert of pie
pumpkin apple or blackberry
slathered with whipped cream
globbed with ice-cream
trickled chocolate sauce
libations of wine juice beer
this annual meal of togetherness
bringing the harvest of the year
into focus with thanksgiving
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
