Thanksgiving traditions remind me, like a recurring dream that suddenly reappears
Through patience in prepping and roasting the turkey
Through cheerful pops of cranberries bursting
Through softening of vegetables in the skillet
Through warmth of a freshly baked pumpkin pie
Through those peaceful seconds just after we say grace
That simple traditions ground me when I feel my grip on life slipping
Helping release my sadness at the losses and turmoil that this year brought
Their familiarity keeps me up, gives me hope, that better days are ahead
Left by Day, Write by Night 