Friday, November 23, 2012

Poetry Re-issue: The Day After Thanksgiving

The Day After Thanksgiving
Greg Pincus

Yesterday my grandpa pinched my cheek and said I’d grown.
I heard my uncle’s lousy jokes and held back every moan.
I had to watch the football games instead of what I like.
I had to watch my cousins all take turns on my new bike.
I had to take a taste of Auntie’s tofu bean sprout "stuff."
I didn’t get the apple crisp – Mom didn’t make enough!
The table got so messy that I had to clear it twice.
I couldn’t wear my comfy clothes since Dad said, "Please dress nice."
All day I heard my grandma say how crazy my dog drove her.
Today I’m thankful we’re alone ‘cause I’ve got zilch left over.

This poem was originally posted here at GottaBook two years ago. I'd be willing to bet it's as relevant today as it was then or decades ago, too.

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kevan atteberry said...

Brilliant. I think many of us have memories like this.

Pat Kahn's Childsplay said...

Love it!

Ruth said...

Thanksgiving from an introvert's point of view. I love it.

Mary Lee said...

Yup, still relevant.

laurasalas said...

Ha! Makes me even more grateful for the lovely Thanksgiving we had with our in-town relatives. A great day with way too much food and fun!

Unknown said...

Greg: It was great meeting you today at the Santa Monica Library! ;)

Here's a poem I wrote:
v v v v v v v v


She wanted to take a closer look
At the lobsters in the tank
Critters unwittingly waiting to cook
Roll the dice, roll your eyes, draw a blank.

Their large claws secured with rubber bands
She really can see no escape
When time runs out like the hourglass sands
Your remains will be served in a crepe.

-- H A L