Holiday turkey carved by the hands

that stabbed me in the back;

Casserole dishes served by the hands

that slapped me;

Desserts prepared by the  hands

that left me bruised;

Table seating family looking on with the eyes

that burned me

and the smiling mouths

that bit me.

I pasted on the smile

I practiced in the mirror,

And while each stood and stated

why they were thankful,

I nodded and agreed.

When my turn came,

I said I was thankful

for my family.

It was what they expected.

I said it every year while silently

I really thanked God

for the strength to pretend.

This year the turkey is carved by hands

that no longer shake;

A casserole served by hands

that massage away my hurt;

Dessert prepared by hands

lifted in praise;

And a table seating only one.

I stand and state I am thankful

for the strength to keep it real.

© D.L. Lunsford