Thanksgiving Eve, a poem

Posted: November 26, 2008 in prison, general
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I don’t claim to be a poet, but for what it’s worth, here are a few thoughts on celebrating the holidays for the first since becoming a volunteer at the Monroe Correctional Complex.

Thanksgiving Eve

Tonight I celebrate with friends.
Eat food from the garden.
Drink wine.
Laugh.

Tomorrow I celebrate with family.
Eat food from the garden.
Drink wine.
Laugh.

Between meals I listen for the prayers
of the men at the prison.
The whispered prayers sent out
over the razor wire
to children, wives and families
who might, depending on the crime,
still love enough
to leave an empty chair and plate
at the table.

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