poetry by j matthew waters

on thursday afternoon

the old table sits twelve with all the leaves in place
but we couldn’t find them all

we were only expecting eight or ten anyway
but by the time halftime arrived there were a couple
dozen mingling about the old farmhouse

when the beer and soda began to run low
we passed the hat and sent the twins into town

meanwhile all the men were kicked out of the kitchen
and a number of them went out back to start a fire

it was a cold but bright sunny day
and I heard some of the littles ones say
how wonderful it would be
if only it would snow on thanksgiving

november two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “on thursday afternoon

  1. Love this little slice of a thanksgiving story – charming and real

  2. Love this… will continue to do my catch up reading later 🙂

  3. denise0904 on said:

    so pretty….

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