The Day Before Thanksgiving

My friend Delores
she’s 82 beautiful she is
missing a few body parts
doesn’t let that get
in her way she makes money
cleaning houses
has a handsome lover named Jim
he has one good leg
she got a big turkey
for 8 dollars at Shoprite
invited some people made 3 kinds
of cookies including pumpkin oatmeal
my friend Delores says
she’s grateful for what she
has for what she imagines
tomorrow will be for
the time she danced
with Rudy Vallee cute cheap bastard
she said grateful for dancing with Jim
on Fridays when he can come to visit
his one good leg is better than two
said Delores for her leopard skin coat
she found when she cleaned out an empty house
for her five children some of them call her
for the dollar store she found her favorite
biscuit mix and it was a dollar for her mother
god was she fun said Delores she had a bar in Harlem
five husbands maybe six her mother danced
every day of her life. So does Delores.

(As for me,
because this poem
is about Delores
and me, and the day
before Thanksgiving,
I am grateful
to have friends
like Delores who come over
on the day
before Thanksgiving
and I give thanks
I have always given thanks
for their stories.)

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.

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