Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
One of my favorite joys of Thanksgiving is being with family, especially those I haven’t seen for a while. In this poem, First Thanksgiving, by Sharon Olds, she tells of her daughter returning home from college for the holiday. Do you remember that first time when your child came home and what a joy it was to have her or him back in your home and in your arms? Do you remember the first time you returned home to your family after being in college or in the military or away exploring the world? There is much to be thankful for in those reunions, and I hope you will share those stories with your family over the holidays.
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end. The prize is an autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead. See the details here. I’ve carried this precious autographed book from New York to Virginia, on to North Carolina, and now to Florida. It’s waiting for someone to claim it.
Will it be you?