Thanksgiving Dinner

We get seated at our table
And quickly arrange things:
Our chairs, our money, our clothes,
We wait the usual thirty minutes for service,
Even though this is our Thanksgiving dinner
Things are just the same,
Some folks have already been served
And seem to be enjoying themselves and
Each others’ company,
We sit patiently knowing our turn is to come.

The meals being eaten are interesting
For a Thanksgiving meal,
One person has tacos, another has a reuben
With apple juice,
We already know what we will have:
You, the calzone,
Me, the deluxe cheeseburger and
Skittles for desert,
We sit patiently and wait our turn,

“There she is!” you cry out and stand up
Nearly knocking over the low table,
She walks in wearing her usual stunning blue outfit,
Her golden hair shining and giving her an aura
Of calmness and peacefulness,
We hug and she nearly breaks my ribs,
She is happy that we have not already eaten,
We smile and laugh a lot as we get our food.

We have to put the coins in the vending machine,
She has to operate the microwave,
It’s in the Inmates Rules,
We say our table grace
Then we sit and eat and talk,
Burning our fingers on the cellophane wrappers
As the steam escapes from inside revealing
Our repast,
I lie and tell her I don’t like the red Skittles
So she will have them all,
A treat for Thanksgiving dinner.