Pumpkin Pie
by
Heather Browne
Thanksgiving’s on the 28th this year.
The day my Mommy died.
It’s odd really
to think about celebrating
Thanksgiving
on her day.
Stings.
It makes me wonder
how many others do the same?
Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Easter too.
The holidays that roll in date.
It sneaks up on you every 7th.
It’s kinda strange too, to think about these 4.
Mother’s and Father’s day, man those would be rough.
Those days are hard all by themselves.
Thanksgiving, the day we celebrate all we’ve been given.
Or lost.
And Easter, the day we celebrate the rising of our Lord.
I’m not too certain how I’ll feel
when the 28th comes around.
But I will bake and be truly grateful for all I have.
Thank God she didn’t die on Christmas.
But for many that is their date.
I feel so sorry for those
whose Holidays are hardened days
every year.
I am to bake pies for Thanksgiving.
Pumpkin and French Apple.
I’m good at that you know.
And I will be thankful this 28th.
Though the pumpkin won’t taste
as sweet.
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.