The day before Thanksgiving, Joey’s phone began to ring,
He wondered why his father would be calling his offspring,
They’d talked a day or two before, when Joey told him that,
He’d not be home for turkey. Work just had him right out
flat!
“Hi, Dad,” he said. “Is something wrong? Problems on the
course?”
His dad said, “Son, I’m sad, but we are getting a divorce.”
“Oh, say it isn’t so, Dad!” Joey moaned into the phone,
“It’s true, but I can’t talk of it. Go tell your sister,
Joan!”
So Joey called his sister, then, to give her the bad news,
She called her dad, said, “Dad, we’re coming! This woe we’ll
diffuse!”
Her dad hung up the phone and turned and hugged his smiling
wife,
“It was a little complicated. Caused a bit of strife,
They’ll be here
for Thanksgiving, should be flying in by ten,
Now getting them for Christmas…could we try all this again?”
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)...
Giving Thanks -or- Thanksgiving! (November 21) Today!
