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Happy Almost-Thanksgiving and Happy Poetry Friday (original poem and link to Poetry Friday below)
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I'm the third TeachingAuthor to chime in on our annual Three Weeks of Thanks-Giving--woo woo!
Oh, geez, gang. Our host for Poetry Friday, Keri, just lost her grandfather.
It all comes down to love, doesn't it?
Not good looks. (When you're young your skin looks, well, young. When you're old it doesn't.)
Not rushing around. ("Is there anything that you regret", I asked my nearly-92-year-old mother, recently. "Rushing," she said.)
Just goodness.
Here are the people I'm grateful for this very minute (how can one edit it down to just three?!?):
- (Our rule is if your spouse doesn't get thanked in your Academy Awards speech, you're a failure and a rat and you have to sleep on the couch) so here's to my husband, Gary Wayland, who accompanies me deep into the jungles of my darkest thoughts, who supports my career both emotionally and financially, and who always, always, always has my back;
. - My sister, Lyra Halprin, who ministers to her family and friends with nourishing, sustainable, delicious food, who walks precincts, posts on online, writes press releases and makes phone calls to educate and motivate friends and followers politically, and who raises piles of money for JDRF to eradicate type one diabetes;
- and my friends--"folksinger and songfighter" Ross Altman, who landed like an angel on our front step today, and walked twice around the block with me, listening as I poured out my troubles; Elizabeth Howland Forrest, who will move heaven and earth to help anyone anytime, anywhere; author and SCBWI's regional events editor Rebecca Gold, who moved all the way across the country (how dare she?) but still wraps her long arm around me when I need her most--and I needed her this morning...and author Bruce Balan (all the way over in Thailand, for heaven's sake!) who immediately offered to jump on a plane and be by my side when my husband was ill.
So many. And so many more, of course.
(If you look at the title of this post you'll notice
that math is not my strong suit.)
that math is not my strong suit.)
I'll bet you thought I was going to write a Thanku for one of the people I listed above, right? Surprise!
Here's my Thanku:
For the way you play
those black and whites; for the way
you brush my hair, Mom.
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Poetry Friday's at Kerry's this week. Thank you for hosting, Keri! And Happy Thanksgiving to All!
With an open heart,
April Halprin Wayland, who deeply appreciates you reading all the way to the bottom.
Poem and photo (c) 2014 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved.
Ah, wonderful to read about the people you are thankful for. It definitely all comes down to love, no matter what. We are thankful for you. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm thankful you have those wonderful folks nurturing your creative soul, April! And I'm thankful you nurture mine, even if it's mostly online & from the other side of the country. {{hugs}}
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post, April. I love your Thanku, and the accompanying photo. <3
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, generous post, April. You are so warm-hearted :>)
ReplyDeleteDear friends Jama, Robyn, Carmela and Laura ~ online or in person...we are so very very very lucky, n'est-ce pas? <3
ReplyDeleteApril, your gratitudinosity comes through strong & clear. May the sweetness of these times with your mom eclipse the tough stuff.
ReplyDeleteIt's a loving post, April. I enjoyed hearing your appreciation for such loving people, and your thanku is like a big hug for your mother--those "blacks and whites". I've written a thanku for my Saturday celebration post, & here's the link: http://www.teacherdance.org/2014/11/celebration-saturday.html
ReplyDeleteCS ~ thank you...we're right in the middle of tough stuff and you're right...the sweet times are holding us up.
ReplyDeleteLinda ~ hello there, friend! The funny thing is that Mom would brush my hair quite roughly...and I loved it as much as I love her piano playing ~
Beautiful post, April, no matter how you count it. =)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bridget. <3
ReplyDeleteDo you know what, Ms. April, Poet Extraordinaire?
ReplyDeleteIf you HADN'T told us that was your Mom, I'd still have known it was - and from the back, to boot!
Lovely, lovely post.
Do you know what, Ms. April, Poet Extraordinaire?
ReplyDeleteIf you HADN'T told us that was your Mom, I'd still have known it was - and from the back, to boot!
Lovely, lovely post.