Transcendental Sonnet #253:
I Hate Thanksgiving

I hate Thanksgiving with all of my heart
My mother died at this time of the year
Other dear ones dead and I am apart
From all my children and all alone here

All around me families are eating
While nourished by my daily bowl of rice
I just thank God my heart is still beating
I hope their festive tables will be nice

But I will be embittered and depressed
No card from Silke since no mail that day
I might just stay in bed and not get dressed
And wait it out until it goes away

Nevertheless that day and this I thank
My God for life... however dark and dank

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIII

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i feel the same way every thanksgiveing

my family dosen't get me so for my thanksgiveing the only thing i was thankful for was going home
joy joy