prepared with love

I’m buying a frozen turkey today.
A big one.
It’s my first time makin’ Thanksgiving.
Well, half of it.
My mother in law is bringin’ side dishes
(her specialties), and pies for dessert.
My mother is coaching over the phone.
My family will be fed turkey and assorted fixings.
No time for writin’ poetry in the preparations.
No time for makin’ art.
Gettin’ groceries, cleanin’ and cookin’ await.
I Am So Not A Domestic Goddess.
I can hit the high points and do my best.
No white gloves allowed.
Laundry washed, folded and put away.
Pantry, fridge and freezer stocked.
Family fed on clean plates (not paper ones).
But chaos usually reigns supreme.
Here’s hopin’ what they remember,
after Thanksgiving day, is good food,
the laughter from stories told,
and the warm glow of Family Time.
Three generations.
Two days to go and counting…
until we say, “Happy Thanksgiving!”
sitting around a table laden with food
prepared with love.

Written early Tuesday morning, two days before Thanksgiving on November 22, 2011.

© 2011 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles


2 thoughts on “prepared with love

  1. Making your feast of food and family and friendship IS making art. And, you lived to tell the tale.Auntie J.

  2. Originally posted by riehlife:

    Making your feast of food and family and friendship IS making art. And, you lived to tell the tale.Auntie J.

    Thank you for THAT, Aunt Janet. It is Creating in a nourish your family with food prepared by your hands kind of way. And I did manage to do some writing too – hooray! Now that the dining room table is cleared off it's begging me to make some of the larger pieces of art that have been in my heart and soul for awhile. Until now, I haven't set aside the time and space to make them. Three images, two abstract and one landscape. I'm thinking now it'll be sooner, rather than later. Lookin' forward to it too! Love,

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