Thanksgiving (The Day of the Blackbirds)

by daniellestemarie Email

The doorbell rings,
and another loved one enters.
Ten more times the chimes,
and our home is a conference center.

We share our joys,
but we also share our sorrows.
By the inglenook blaze with family,
we find and give a shoulder for tomorrow.

A blackbird knocks
at our window to break the spell.
Just one little bird’s dance,
and the heaviness in the room is expelled.

We hear his insistent chirp,
see how he is out among the snow.
And we remember to be grateful,
for the warmth we share of fireside glow.

As he suddenly leaves,
we notice he joins a large flock.
So we look around and smile,
at all the loving friends we’ve got.

Now the food is on the table,
and thanks is what we have in our minds.
Thanks for the food,
and thanks for all its varying kinds.

We are thankful,
for the preparers of this expert meal;
because, the love from the cooks,
has filled our table with their loving zeal!

Everyone partakes!
And our bellies are delightened!
The carrots glaze so tasty,
and the herb potatoes are exciting!

Pass the gravy
and the rolls, won’t you?
they’re very good!
You are always the cooks we turn to!

And while the melody,
of conversation and eating plays,
someone is thinking of another,
and on that being he is intent of gaze.

Yes, there sits a young boy
engaged in deep thought.
He looked at the turkey,
a life that this boy didn’t want forgot.

So, he stood up,
and took some rolls in his hands.
To everyone’s surprise, he headed out,
where ice and snow were the land.

Over to the ledge,
whence the blackbird had said hello,
he crumbled up the rolls,
and set them down to help balance the quo.

He looked up,
his eyes filled with such tears,
and he said, “Thank you, little bird,
and to your kind for all you share.”

Then the boy went back inside,
and one by one,
Each family member took food out there,
and soon a pile was on the ledge, a hearty sum.

Then they all returned
to the living room’s warmth and comfort,
and waited watching the window,
eagerly with eyes of great wonder.

First, one bird,
landed on the bounteous window sill,
and he or she looked at the food,
and then let out a loud, excited shrill.

More birds flocked,
to the window ledge with glee,
and their bellies were very full,
from the giving of a family.

And though their food
on the table was now getting cold,
no one seemed to notice,
the day the birds got some of what they were owed

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