My poem-writing took a hit, back seat
while preparations for the holiday
drove for awhile. But now I’m back to stay.
I’ll write, eat leftovers of turkey meat!
Turkey, trimmings, family, fun
Anticipation, cooking, finally, “Come.”
A glass of wine, an appetizer plate,
No more hours we need to wait.
The planning of this grand event
is fraught with feelings.
“Four’s too late,” says one, the other, “I wish three
is when we’d eat.”
The girls now disagree and I am caught
between my daughter, daughter-in-law.
Daughter’s going shopping, 4 AM,
and DIL says evening plans
have shown their face.
I want to placate everyone and keep the peace,
make all as happy as can be.
This seems beyond my boundary.
A sis-in-law and hubby come
tomorrow night to stay four days.
Their visit gives me joy,
and keeps the petty arguments at bay.
I hope and pray that peace will reign
around our table with no pain
Holidays can be so tough.