Head of the Table
A father prepares a Thanksgiving meal.
The life of the house
Is my father.
He guards his children and his spouse
And never is a bother.
As he carves the turkey at the table’s head,
We all take in the moment of love.
We all take butter and slather bread.
After he slices it, he gives a gentle shove.
We place a premium on the gem of the meal.
As the aromas of thyme and garlic rise
Up from the feast, I think, ‘how real’!
I sit and eat and certainly feel.
My father prepares the entire dinner.
To follow him, I’d also be a winner.
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Comments (2)
This poem beautifully captures the essence of family and the warmth of a shared meal. The imagery is vivid and the emotions sincere. The father's role as the heart of the family is portrayed with love and admiration. It's a touching tribute to the bond between family members, and a reminder of the simple joys in life.
Well done.