Thanksgiving, 2020

This year’s Thanksgiving
is like a tweaked simile:
two peas in a pot.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
My five-year-old eyes
watched a three year old salute
his daddy’s coffin.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Written in response to Walt Wojtanik’s “I remember …” prompt at Poetic Bloomings.
Photo by Paul Bates (Pixabay)
You sang creation
into being. You “sang” me.
Lord, teach me my song.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
His Navy Dress Blues
displayed on the bed, look like
he was ten years old.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Image from Pixabay by Gordon Johnson
Until they are brought
together to speak, they’re just
twenty six letters.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Pixabay image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/alexandra_koch-621802/
We wouldn’t suspect
the last time we visited
could be our last time.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
#covidnineteen
#seventeenintwenty
I had kind of promised myself I would not get morbid during this PAD challenge. But here I am. I’ll try to write another poem that sparks a smile or a smirk. 😉
Love, laughter, and fun
under the same moon and sun,
for we are all one.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
#seventeenintwenty