The Beauty of a Silent Thanksgiving

A Different Perspective

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Today is not the same as yesterday
My gratitude abounds even more.
Today is not the same for me
It’s not just the day, it’s me.

Thanksgiving was a day of family,
many of whom are now gone.
In this silence, they come back to me
with great fullness for their gifts.

I remember days like this in which I worked
and in many of the days thereafter.
They were black days of retail moments
yet not for me, my moments were elsewhere.

I remember November snows, cold nights,
and minutes that I was less than happy.
Celebrations seemed to begin back then,
but what did I know? I was unaware.

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Today is not the same for me,
It’s not just the day, it’s me.
What once was warm, faces the frost
yet icicles melt in the sun of freedom’s light.