A Thanksgiving poem – for my man and that man in the concert hall

My thanksgiving message is two-fold

For the one farthest from my heart

And for the one closest to my heart

Part I –

For the one farthest from my heart –

the one for whom the first response is hate

I want to offer my thanks to him

for by tearing apart

our worlds the way you did in a fraction

of an insane moment

in the flutter of an eyelid

in that blinkered thought

when you choose to believe

in that warped message

you also reminded us of

things we take for granted

the need to offer our


for every second that we have with our loved ones

for every memory and moment we share

for every corner we turned and every hand we held

for the laughter and the warm tears that followed

for the abundance and the sharing when there was less

for the journey’s and the halts

the shared turkey dinners and the apron stains that came along

for the funeral wreaths, we were able to lay

in addition, the care we knew existed in the extended hearts

that our family had spread across the world

You – the farthest from my heart ..

in that one moment of wrapping the fire strap

around your chest and blowing away all your thanks

taught us the lesson of thanksgiving yet again

and for that, I want to say thanks to you

wherever you are

and as your family sits at thanksgiving today

may they  be blessed

with the fortitude to share your stories

and may they only remember those

that bring the kinder tears to their eyes

Part II –

For the one closest to my heart –

As true to the soul as truth can be

I want you to know I love you

For the world might end just this second

A force beyond you and me

may use our world to prove a banal point

I want you to know

that I am yours in life and in death

However, who knows….

The world might go on forever

Beautifully enchanting

the planets in the momentum they are meant to be

Well then.. even more so ..

I want you to know how much I love you

and want you to believe with me

just in the simple old-fashioned way

that love stories never end!!

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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