The Great Alright

We are gathered round this table,

On a day of sweaters and homes warmed by roasting turkeys,

To sit with the people we love,

To eat without worrying about having enough.

Whether by passing the casserole,

Or passing a kind word.

Sharing stories as rich as homemade pie,

Details buttery and flaky with laughter.

Pouring gravy for a friend,

Pouring qualms into the kitchen sink for ruminating over,

When the dishes are washed,

And enjoyment is scrubbed clean from empty plates.

We settle down around those we love.

We remember why we celebrate,

What we have to be thankful for,

Knowing quite well this could be the last great meal that we have,

We still smile,

Because for the moment everything is alright.