A TOUCHY-FEELY THANKSGIVING

My 82nd Thanksgiving and I ponder.

Is there still a place for me? I wonder.

 

There are still new roses in spite of the freeze:

From the north comes a cold biting breeze.

Small child gives me a gift – slick, smooth stone;

Warm little arms go round my neck, off he trots leaving me alone.

 

Squeal from the kitchen as steam erupts from the potato pot.

Burning fingers are licked – that lid was hot.

The oven-baked pan waits in soapy water,

For the abrasive scrub of my oldest daughter.

 

Heavy horseshoes, deep hail dents, sleek domino tiles.

Shaggy toys, sticky stickers, heart-felt smiles.

Waxy crayons, scruffy tennies, sharp pointed darts.

Family prayers given with thankful hearts.

 

I bask before the fireplace, feeling the comfort of soft downy socks, feathery pillow, and a velvety shawl.

Need anything, Granma?    No, I already have it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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6 Responses to A TOUCHY-FEELY THANKSGIVING

  1. Faye says:

    Thanksgiving. Not just a day but part of the Highway of Life. Every day may we find something to give thanks for. Every breath of life is a gift to ‘go on’. Blessings and Peace to you.

  2. shoreacres says:

    What a lovely, lovely post. I’d say you do have it all — and are smart enough to know it, and be grateful for it.

  3. Dawn Marie says:

    It would seem…your cup runeeth over! Hugs & a blessed thanksgiving to you & yours!

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