THANKSMISGIVINGS

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By Moxie

THANKSMISGIVINGS Edward Iacona There's a little tradition on Thanksgiving In which the family and each guest Takes a turn before the dinner To tell how their lives are blessed. Each person speaks of gratitude Within their minds reflection As she listens and waits what does she think In her personal introspection. Does she give thought to her family Once united, happy and strong. Or a single thought to her husband And how she did them wrong. Details here are unimportant, As our hurt remains inside. Does she have any accountability To consider how she lied. If there's a mental inquisition If recent past comes to her minds door... My question ends with a preposition What could she be thankful for?

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