Grateful, or the Day Before Thanksgiving

One of the things I am grateful for

(never put the word things in any poem)

difficult times we

seek out what we can

I am grateful for all of you

who read these poems

even those who don’t

though you get them in your email

sometimes my poems go into spam

I don’t know why

who send me notes

like yesterday’s

a man I don’t know

remember he said

you told a story

at your Stamford reading?

It was a good story where you

didn’t get  money in the end.

but I can’t remember the rest.

Could you send your story  to me ?

Or the woman I met

at Price Chopper Tuesday

she asked if I

would write a poem

for her friend who died,

a woman she said worthy of  poems.

We all are I said.  I will. I will write a poem

for you. For all of you. Today.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

8 Comments

  1. Happy Thanksgiving, Esther Cohen. I read your poems every single day, and I am grateful for your ability to keep them coming. Thank you.

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