Home for the Holi-daze

 

Friends are the family we choose.

Bound not by blood,

loved “just because”,

let’s celebrate!

 

We gather ’round and bless the feast

before feeding

hungry faces.

Time for our naps.

 

We disburse and pick our places.

Turn on the game,

flip off the lights.

It’s Thanksgiving.

 

(A traditional minute poem is made up of 60 syllables divided between three stanzas. The four lines of each stanza will have a syllabic count of 8/4/4/4. Typically, these poems are written in strict iambic meter and follow a rhyme scheme of aabb, ccdd, eeff. This version, the nontraditional, eliminates the tough stuff like meter and scheme and works well whether you’re exhausted, like me, or just lazy — also like me!)