Covid upset my plans. Instead of eating with my kids, I am zooming with them. I am cooking a chicken breast in My tiny crock pot which I will Serve with mandatory mashed Potatoes. And like Grandma always did, I'm Making a couple of "red beet eggs." They are already a deep luscious hue From steeping in the beet juice. And late this afternoon my neighbor will Come over to enjoy a slice of Homemade pumpkin pie. It's a different Thanksgiving for Lots of folks this year. We may need to set aside our Traditions, but not our gratitude. God keeps pouring down His Blessings, and I keep lifting up My thanks. Oh happy day! Not even covid can cancel Thanksgiving. |
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I retrieved my fall mugs from my
Cabinet in the garage and washed off A year's worth of dust. I selected my "Blessing" one for my Morning coffee and now I sit in my Comfy recliner with the morning Paper. I look around the room and take Pleasure in the fall decorations I Put out on display last weekend. I'm glad I saved the knick knacks from my Teaching days, so many years ago now. I'm delighted with the pumpkin my Sweet friend crocheted for me just Before she and her husband left on a New venture. It reminds me to pray for them. I placed the gift on my mantel alongside my Word, "Thankful," which is exactly how I feel on this first day of autumn. The scent of my pumpkin candle envelops me As I lift up my fall mug in a toast and say, "For Your blessings, For this season, Thank You, thank You Jesus." If Jack were here the violence,
The pandemic, The mask wearing would have been Difficult for him, especially as his Health was declining. I'm grateful that he has been spared the Upheaval. But at the same time I mourn, Missing his presence and his hugs, Wishing I didn't need to face the violence, The pandemic and the mask wearing by Myself. The furtive mom must have placed her
Newborn very carefully on the steps that Led up to the Chinese factory. As she quickly ran home in the Dark she must have known that her Foundling would be found. I can only guess at her distress. But because the mother was willing to Give up her infant, the little one became My granddaughter. Tears well up when I try to express how Much I love her. My words fall short. I want my granddaughter to know that she Wasn't unplanned, that before she was even Born, God had already planned her for us. I wish her birth mom could know that her Hidden treasure was found, that her hard Choice was the right one. I wish she could know the beautiful woman Her baby has become. I wish I could thank her and let her know that Our dear Lia is turning 21 today. The celebration is low key this year.
Independence Day is overshadowed by The pandemic, and the protests, and By some who denounce our country and Our founding fathers. But they are still my heroes. They were flawed like I am, but Many lost their possessions, Their homes, Their very lives. They risked it all so that the ones Who followed them would be free. They sacrificed for me. And I celebrate them. I celebrate my country. I celebrate the 4th.
Had I read the coupon correctly?
1 cent coffee? At Tim Hortons, the voice over the Drive thru speaker said, "Yes." With 3 timbits, my bill came to a dollar. I drove a few minutes north to a Secluded spot in a parking lot that Overlooked a grassy knoll abounding With dandelions. The wind heaved my car a bit. I was content to sip my warm brew Seated inside. Like a kid I tried to find figures in The clouds. I spied a fish before it quickly Dissipated, and the head of a Bird with a crooked beak. Overhead was a live bird, a Vulture searching for its prey on this Cool sunny day. From a distance I could see that the Buds were beginning to bulge on the Bare limbed trees, and of course, the Evergreens were their ever soothing Green. I wasn't alone in my car. I talked to God while I nibbled the tasty Honey dipped donut holes trying to Make them last. I thanked Him for the bluest sky, The puffiest clouds, The dandiest dandelions, and I Thanked Him that we could enjoy His Handiwork together. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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