I see no reason not to repost my Thanksgiving poem yet again: for my brothers: Johnny, George, & Robert, and for Rita all on the other side of the world

there are voices calling my name
on the other side of the world
an empty chair
a glass not filled with wine
dark meat with gravy
stuffing with mushrooms
manicotti
and Robert’s famous meatballs and gravy
hot and sweet sausage
broccoli with garlic, lemon and oil
Johnny bought blueberry pie
only I’m not getting a piece
’cause I’m over here
on the other side of the world
quietly finishing a bottle of wine
trying not to think of your voice
the sorrow in the air
fresh flowers don’t quite kill the smell
of disappointment
regret
another year gone by
that empty chair
that bottle of wine unopened
ice cream melting on a plate
Al Martino singing love songs
George serving salad
and you sliding food onto my plate
the cat under the table
my hand reaching across
space
grabbing nothing
grabbing air
on the other side
of the world

18 thoughts on “I see no reason not to repost my Thanksgiving poem yet again: for my brothers: Johnny, George, & Robert, and for Rita all on the other side of the world

  1. I seem to remember this poem, wanting to open that bottle of wine, and Johnny with blueberry pie that you don’t get to taste. I make a blueberry pie that challenges all others. Wish I could send you a slice.
    Happy Thanksgiving and all other holidays.

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