This will be the loneliest Thanksgiving we can remember
And looks like the loneliness
will last deep into December.
A community crisis
Because of a virus
Limits large loving families from
It used to be we worried about things like the roads and the weather.
But we know we are still loved
because our families can’t come to see us.
They worry their affections
will result in COVID infections
Because we are old and thus
we are faced with inevitable isolation.
After the turkey and trimmings are
gone, no generational pictures can be taken.
But our minds will recall other times (unless we’re mistaken)
of holidays past
What visions will last —
Of us all each year one year older
New grand and great-grand babies bigger and bolder
Dressed in our best, smiles all around
Warm and loving expressions abound
Thank God for our memories of times gone by
They give us hope for the future
as we try
To focus on gratitude for love, faith, family and friends
And thank our Lord for all our blessings without end.
May God bless the victims of illness and death,
Their families and friends who missed each last breath
The caring health workers and caregivers all
Keep them well and strong so they don’t falter or fall.
This Thanksgiving is time for appreciation
Of all that is good about our great
This, too, shall pass, and we will
With faith, hope and love kept alive.
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.