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.


  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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