We sit around a table
laden with pre-turkey day indulgences
and each say our words of gratitude
school being on hold for the holiday
While my prayers are silently offered to a familiar name and unknown face,
he limits his thanks to those around the table,
she to that which can be scientifically explained,
and yet another speaks to the Universe.
The holding of hands, the common smiles, the warmth coming more from our hearts than the food . . .
Assures us all, that we've each been heard.
And we remain grateful.