Poetry -In Memory Of Thanksgiving Past

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Poems-In Memory Of Thanksgiving Past!

Holding On For Dear Life

The last day of my first marriage was Thanksgiving 1989. I was Twenty-Nine Years Old with four children ages ten to twelve years old. Our survival was mostly depended on the income provided by my husband and I would have never dreamed that this was the first day of many of years, raising my children alone. He stayed in the picture; however, it is never the same responsibility, as the parent left in the home.

That Thanksgiving started out like any other Thanksgiving in the past. C and our twin boys that were twelve went to the Annual Weaver and Hartford Basketball Game. I was at home preparing Thanksgiving dinner with the girls, in preparation of them coming back after the game. Time passed and I heard the twins come in the door, they yelled to me in the kitchen, “Mom, dad said, he will be back soon”. I thought this was strange; however, I still had pies to bake and a Turkey to prepare. The twins came home at about 2:00pm, it was now 4:00pm and no dad. Thinking he would come home shortly, I set the dinner table with the Turkey and all of the fixings, and the five of us set at the table waiting for him to arrive. A half an hour after staring at his empty chair, the children looked at me like I was crazy. They said nothing, I said nothing, we just set there looking and staring at each other frozen in time. I was paralyzed and wouldn't allow anyone to eat, I told them “We are waiting for you dad;”You can have a snack from the fridge, but, we are waiting for your dad to come home”. The boys had tickets to a wrestling match at the Civic Center, and had to leave with just a snack no dinner. Finally, around 7:00pm, I told the girls to sit down and there I was carving turkey with tears falling down my face, crying all over the turkey, mash potatoes, green beans, and potato salad. Later that night around 12:00pm he returned home for the last time and I went mad, hitting, screaming and throwing whatever I could get in my hands, and then the love of my life, the man I would have taken a bullet for, was gone. His mistress had won, he had chosen sides and I finally gave up on keeping our love alive. I was left and angry woman, bitter and mad at God and the world. Later, I found myself again and I am blessed, healthy and whole, a strong woman of faith. That will never again, let go of God’s hand during a storm. Because, C left me, not God, he has never left me alone.

(C was used for identity protection)

Daphne Marie McDonald

What does a writer do when they need to release the pain? They write; and that is what I did to explain the pain I went through on a Holiday that stands for everything Family. Below are poems birthed out of that pain.

Poems In Memory Of Thanksgiving Past

The Reality Of the End

Delayed Dreams

I am becoming an expert

At giving up on dreams

Every since you went away.

Now dreams are replaceable

Interchangeable and flexible

No longer do I feel safe

Grounded or rooted

No longer do I believe

That dreams come true

Pieces of Me

She gave her love pieces of herself

She gave her Faith

She gave her Hope

She gave her Heart

She gave her Mind

She gave her Body

And her Soul

She gave her love pieces of herself

Till she was no longer WHOLE

Coming Full Circle

There is no evidence of

What I am about to reveal

Not that I need any

I wrote the best of me

When I fell in love with you and we were one

For I found joy in everything

That life had to offer.

There is no evidence of

What I am about to reveal

Not that I need any

I am writing the best of me


That we are no longer one


I find pain in everything

That life has to offer!

Two of a kind?

We were oil and water

Even though it hurts me

I am glad he found the

Strength to let me go

We were like day and night

Wasting each other’s time

With false hopes and promises

We were like fire and water

If he had left it up to me

I would have never found

The strength to let him go

We were like winter and summer

Where ever he is I hope he is

Contented and his spirit is at peace!

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seigfried23 5 years ago

This terrifyingly sad, and I am so sorry you had to go through this. You seem to have emerged wonderfully, however. Stay strong.

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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Seigfried23, you know what is so wonderful about life? If we can just live through the moment and realize that nothing last forever, not even days like Thanksgiving "89". They are only a reminder that we can make it through anything and live to see happier days with the ones we love. God Bless You Dear, Happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for taking the time to write.

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junko 5 years ago

Love is sometimes overrated. To be well liked and appreciated is less painful. To give and not recieve is a learning experience.

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pennyofheaven 5 years ago from New Zealand

It is sad when we believe another makes us whole inside. It isn't until we let go or they choose to go we are, through our suffering, forced to look within and find what is always whole. We are not parts of a puzzle that need to fit together. Yet our minds will always delude us into thinking this is so. We learn much pain from separation and yet that pain is a useful tool if we allow it to be. I relate well to your awesome poem and story. Thanks for sharing!

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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Junko, Oh, I couldn't disagree with you more, the same Love that can hurt, is also able to Comfort,Heal, Bring Joy and Deliver us from our own self-destruction. I believe in the Love of Jesus, that can NEVER be considered overrated,

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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

pennyofheaven, Thank You for allowing me to share and I agree with you, like the word of God says," All things work together for Good", and from that day on I learned that I can do all things with the Lord on my side, which makes me whole.

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junko 5 years ago

The love of Jesus is the only love you can believe in because he came to die so you may live. The love you found since than may have been overrated by you, Honorablewoman. If you are loved by someone, they don't have to say I love you, their actions will tell you you are loved, or not. Sometimes we overate loves in our lives and one side affairs are always painful during and after. Love is an action word, not a noun.

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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Junko, We live and we learn and that is one of the best things about life, We live and hopefully we learn. I have!

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junko 5 years ago

Yes Honorablewoman, We become older and wiser. We sometimes think, what if we didn't make some mistakes back in our past things would be different today. The older wisers know that if you could go back and change anything, it may change everything. It took negatives and positives experience to created us and our worlds today. You look happy with your present station in life, I'm sorry about your past and didn't means to make less of your past pain.

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seigfried23 5 years ago

Thank you, Sweetheart. A very happy Thanksgiving to you and your family too - and all the days to come, of course.

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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Junko, No offense, I shared this Story and Poetry, because sometimes Holidays aren't necessarily happy times,however, We can survive it all and experience happier times in the future; that at that moment we cannot see. Anyway,I truly appreciate you taking the time to read my work and respond, it means a lot to me. Thank You!

Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Honorablewoman

Women give everything of themselves because they think they need a man to make them whole.

Beautiful and heartwrenching.

Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Honorablewoman

I am glad that you found the Love of God to see you through the hard times.

I would like to make a correction to my first comment. Not all women think it takes a man to make them whole.

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