Thanksgivingís on the 28th this year.
The day my Mommy died.
Itís odd really
to think about celebrating
on her day.
It makes me wonder
how many others do the same?
Motherís Day, Fatherís Day, Easter too.
The holidays that roll in date.
It sneaks up on you every 7th.
Itís kinda strange too, to think about these 4.
Motherís and Fatherís day, man those would be rough.
Those days are hard all by themselves.
Thanksgiving, the day we celebrate all weíve been given.
And Easter, the day we celebrate the rising of our Lord.
Iím not too certain how Iíll feel
when the 28th comes around.
But I will bake and be truly grateful for all I have.
Thank God she didnít die on Christmas.
But for many that is their date.
I feel so sorry for those
whose Holidays are hardened days
I am to bake pies for Thanksgiving.
Pumpkin and French Apple.
Iím good at that you know.
And I will be thankful this 28th.
Though the pumpkin wonít taste
Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and recently emerged poet, published in Page & Spine, Poetry Quarterly, Stray Branch, Deep Water Literary Journal, and mad swirl. She recently won first prize in the It Matters Christmas radio competition. She has been married 20 years to her love, has two amazing teens, and can be found frolicking in the waves.