I looked in the refrigerator and
removed the empty milk carton
and the ancient left overs from a time
when life was more prosperous. And
again Mom's voice telling me to
be Thankful for a place to keep
future meals fresh.

As I lifted the lid on the trash
pail, I needed no reminders how
Thankful I am for a place to
continuallly discard the broken and
used up remnants of myself.

When I closed my eyes, it was
your face I envisioned and it was
the sound of your voice that I heard.
And I bowed my head and gave
Thanks to God for having the insight
to send You to me as a friend.

After that..I had no problem
remembering what Thanksgiving truly
meant.