While visiting my mother yesterday, she asked about a poetry workshop I’ll doing there on Wednesday. We talked as I put away her laundry.
Mom – Why do you call it a poetry workshop? You don’t rhyme.
Me – Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme.
Mom – Then it isn’t poetry.
Me – Okay, we’ll call it a writing workshop.
Mom – Good! What are we going to write about?
Me – Thanksgiving is almost here. We’ll write about what we are thankful for.
Mom (sarcastically) – Oh goody, goody …
Me – What are you thankful for, Mom?
Mom – I’m thankful for the food I eat.
Then she gives me the look, pauses and says-
Mom – Where did I come up with that? The food here tastes like hell.
Me – Food we eat, dessert so sweet. Something like that. You know, ‘grace’ before dinner. Actually, since it rhymes, a poem before dinner. Ha. Are you thankful for anything else?
Again, the look.
Mom (taking a long, satisfying drink of ginger ale and reminding me so much of my father when she nods her head and burps) – I can’t think of anything. My brain has bubbles in it.
Me – You aren’t thankful for anything else? Not even the ginger ale?
Mom – I pay for this ginger ale, you know. They should be thanking me.
Me – Well, I’m thankful to be sitting here with you … watching bubbles come out of your ears.
Mom (hands to her ears, looking up) – Really?
Me – Yes, Mom … really.
Thank you for the world so sweet;
Thank you for the food we eat;
Thank you for the birds that sing;
We thank you, God, for ev’rything.
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