thanksgiving+poem+by+trevor

The Tongue

The lass Molly leading spinster loves her treacly treats but rises for buttered biscuits.

Tamara woke up on her sour side but warms to the aroma of Jack’s bean casserole.

Grandpa spends the year out back bitter turns up for rutabaga and is surprised by the pies.

Meanwhile our Doggerel he the salty prodigal son raises a glass to sis’s tart meringue.

The meal is tribute to Mother who gives birth to all: the flora, the fauna, the bread, the Earth.

The nutmeg bites the pie as celery crunches stuffing as gravy glazes mash as brine saturates fowl

and once again family buds around the tongue give thanks.