thanksgiving, 2012

i would rather embody grace
than say it, hands folded neatly
over these plates, shining
my grandmother’s pattern
& i remember her hands
stroking napkins to smoothness
on this table, teaching me
the placement of plates
& which forks to use
the way i remind my children
old enough now to remember
but the words slip from my mouth
automatic as prayer memorized
until it is like breath

i would keep this breathing
this silence together
before the feast. this
is my thanks-giving, woven
between memory & this now
clamoring around my ankles
for attention.



About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to thanksgiving, 2012

  1. boomiebol says:

    This is beautiful Susan…happy thanksgiving

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Susan, I will pay you (however small a sum of money) to take this poem and (in appropriate manner only) combine it with your last poem and see what happens. I can feel the madness of that. In the meantime, happy turkey times.

  3. unfetteredbs says:

    you brought my own Grandmother and memories to my mind in an instant. thank for that Susan.

  4. ruleofstupid says:

    grannies are the same – world-over! Nice reminiscence here – trouble is I’m all ‘panda’d’ up and can’t remember how to talk a-sarcastically! Nice work though Susan, as ever πŸ™‚

  5. Hi Susan,

    Loved the verse. What makes you choose between your memories of the past and the clamour of the here and now? How could you align these aspects going forward?

    God bless


  6. janehewey says:

    wonderful. i especially like the ending with now clamoring around your ankles. happy thanksgiving!

  7. mobius faith says:

    Nicely done Susan. Have a peaceful shopping-free weekend.

  8. Great as always.. Happy Thanksgiving, Susan. πŸ™‚

  9. This poem is gorgeous, Susan. And this the time of year when those who taught us are remembered and celebrated πŸ™‚

  10. Hope your Thanksgiving was great. πŸ™‚ ‘I would rather embody grace than say it’ It does become a litany, meaningless after a while, like the paternostra, if we don’t live it. Deep and powerful, Susan.

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