Growing up Thanksgiving meant dinner with two parents
five of us kids three grandparents one aunt one uncle
one cousin one great uncle one great grandmother
laughing loving kissing hugging drinking
thanking jabbering gobbling
spilling over,
no distance between us.
Now comes Covid rising with masks and elbow bumps
six feet here six feet there sanitizer everywhere
what we have missed and are missing and might miss
more in the air than
what’s there.
An elder now with a family I can’t touch
this year it’s a table for two
with all the trimmings
but none of the
spilling
over.
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100 words
RetroFlash
