Gratitude... Prose poem ... (Thoughts series.( 2011) ..

 Happy Thanksgiving Everyone...

Thoughts series: A moment of my thoughts...

My body concurs into the comfort of the large black computer chair,

My eyes gaze at a picture of a person wanting just a simple life on the computer screen, 

My lungs inhale then squeeze the comfort of a large quantity of oxygen into my blood stream,

A siege of life content emerges from my throat, as my eyes turn and look out the small picture window

They watch a slow stream of dark blue smoke ease out the large black charcoal grill,

As my eyes fixate on the smoke, they watch in silent as my mind drifts upward with the smoke, 

After several minutes, my mind clears, then comes comes back to the reality of now,

My mind thinks the smoke volume is perfect, and the prepared turkey inside is cooking nicely, so my body will relax in my chosen throne a little bit longer, before going outside in the crisp air too check on what I hope is a the perfectly cooked turkey

As my body leans back again and take another deep breath, my ears are bath in soft soulful music that's softly spraying out the small but powerful computer speakers,

The strong base sound emerging from the bass speaker on the floor softly rocks my body to a calmer plane,

For the rest of the day,  my mind will not be distracted of my daily chores, but on the day we give thanks

My mind ponders on why this day of thanks is different for each person, because each person has a different past, and a different future to be thankful for,

Some do not look back because their past is too painful for them to give thanks for, just as others can't see anything worth giving thanks for in their future,

But I have been lucky, I have thanks in my past and thanks for my future

The sound of laughter rings into my ears, it's laughter of my past, my present, and reasons for thanks in my future,

The woman who is laughing the loudest is the person who has shared the love of my past, and shall share that same love in our future

Now the laugh of the fourth generation trash into my ears, They are sharing an enjoyed moment of laughter with the first generation,

Their laughter brings out the humble of a man who has never wanted much, but has plenty to be thankful for,

A past that had hope, now a future that offers more hope

My mind drifts then become focus, it ponders about the first generation, and how only a view still remains, 

How their laughter use to crowd the room, how their hopes and dreams rested in their next generation, just as mines rest now, 

They are truly missed, and forever held in my heart,

It's hard to let go and time doesn't seem to seem to heal the wound of missing them, 

But I give thanks to the lord for letting them be in my life, and for letting them be forever in his

A thump then a cry emerges from a small body, I wonder why the lord made their cry so loud, I always have believe the creator had a cruel sense of humor, 

Yesterday I would be annoyed of her cry, but today her cry brings a smile to my face

My mind wonders how does a  small child walk into a object that is five times their size, and has been standing there before they were ever even born,

A chuckle overtakes my pondering, as my mind recalls how her mother did the same exact thing when she was a child,

Oh yes, the creator has a wicked sense of humor,

My head bows in private thoughts to our creator, thanks that will be shared with all in the coming minutes...

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