Friends of Friends

When you spend the night with friends of friends,
Your comfort level rises,
Because you have a common link
And there are no surprises.

The friends with whom you share this bond,
Like Velcro or like glue,
Provide the means for other folk
To stick so well to you.

It’s wonderful to have such pals,
‘Cause other friends they share
Are often just the ones for whom
Their stories they prepare.

And then you have a common ground
On which to sow and reap,
Connecting you both on the surface
And below, down deep.

An evening spent in company
Of friends and friends of friends
Is likely one so pleasant
That you hope it never ends.

T-Day Plus One

A turkey gets stuffed
And so do we
And that’s Thanksgiving
To a T.

For overeating’s
De rigueur
Since that is what
A feast is for.

The food left over
Might entice,
But there’s no need
For gorging twice!

Thanksgivukkah

Happy Thanksgivukkah!
Latkes and turkey!
Protocol here is
A little bit murky.

It hasn't happened
For thousands of years
And we'll all be dead
Before it reappears.

So watch all your football
And spin your best dreidel;
Slurp up that pumpkin soup
With some kneidel.

Savor these holidays;
Celebrate twice,
'Cause having Thanksgivukkah's
'Specially nice!

Anniversary

We said “I do” and tied the knot
On a crazy day to wed.
Most people had a turkey dinner
On that day instead.

November twenty-seventh, years ago –
Yikes! Thirty-eight!
And no one, hearing of our plans,
Thought they should set us straight.

Who marries on Thanksgiving?
It’s an awful day to travel,
With traffic adding extra stress
To help the nerves unravel.

But yet, despite the tension
And some gloomy, drizzly weather,
We rallied and survived the day
And we are still together.

In hindsight, I suppose that we
Might choose a different date,
But one thing I would never change
Is he who is my mate!

A la Mode

Although my list is lengthy
Of desserts that I adore,
There’s one that I cannot resist
And leaves me wanting more:

A crumb-topped pie with berries –
Pretty simple, it would seem –
Just slightly warmed and crowned with
Some vanilla bean ice cream.

The filling should be thick and sweet,
The berries slightly oozing;
A mix works well, but blue ones
Are the berries I’d be choosing.

The crust should be delicious, too.
The ice cream scooped on high;
And as for calories to count,
Those rules do not apply.

My mom passed down her love of sweets
And one that she bestowed
Was berry pie (store-bought, but still)
Served warm and a la mode.

Moving Day

My son’s new home awaits him –
Freshly painted, scrubbed and bare.
I hope it will embrace him
And that he’ll be happy there.

We raised him in the city
But he’s always yearned for space
And now, with wife and baby,
He has found his nesting place.

It isn’t all that far away
But lacks that city strife,
A lovely place to raise a child
And settle with a wife.

I’ll have to drive to visit now.
We’re thirty miles apart;
But there will always be a spot
For him within my heart...

And for his family as well –
His new suburban son,
Whose growing days and escapades
Have only just begun.

The moving truck will be there soon;
The rooms will warm and fill.
We’ll gather on Thanksgiving,
Celebration on the bill.

Modern

I bought some pumpkin in a can
To make a pumpkin bread.
In days of old, I would have used
A pumpkin, whole, instead.

I wouldn’t have been happy
Scooping out that pumpkin gunk.
Just dealing with that mess
Would sure have put me in a funk.

Machines have done the job for me
And so I’ve caught a break,
A little shortcut but I still
Can brag that I did bake.

I’m grateful for this modern age –
It helps, without a doubt;
But I could take it one step further
And just order out!