Thankful

By Aileen McPherson

In the past is where thanksgiving shall

Stay, it will not be allowed to color the

Now, I have learned to discern, blessings

True friends who are more family, than

Blood feasts long gone to graves silent

Were they belong, no tormenting

Tearful refrains as unwelcome specters

Dissipating, steam rising from nourishing

Foods on loving table prepared around, caring

Comfortable beings who saw the light within

A mind full of fear, unforgiving self, in

Kindness words over meals shared giving

Thanks to all those accepting others as equals.