Feast Bouquet
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My gratitude flows free this morn,
for blessings doth abound;
from grandparents to babies born,
familial love surrounds.
An open ear or warm embrace,
a laugh or helping hand;
we all enjoy the face to face–
and, thus, our souls expand.
I chatter here and banter there,
as children run and play,
all weaving through the heavy air–
a steaming feast bouquet.
At last we’re hushed and take our seats
so Leah can say grace;
her tribute to Great Gram is sweet
and beautifully phrased.
We gorge ourselves and ramble on
as wintry shadows sprawl;
their twiggy fingers brush pecan–
our signal to withdraw.
The thankfulness we shared this day
will last the whole year through–
’til next November’s vast array
of tantalizing foods.
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Necia Campbell
Necia Campbell is a writer from Vermont who also edits pro bono in her free time. Her work has been published in Twisted: A Horror Anthology and Unseal Your Best Life: Poems Revealing, Past, Present and Perfect Moments with an additional two pieces in forthcoming, but as yet untitled, poetry anthologies.
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Love it Necia. Gram would be proud and I am overwhelmed with pride. So proud of you. Love Mom