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Here’s a poem I wrote around three years ago, around Thanksgiving time. I hope everyone is having a day full of blessings.
I Made You a Plate
I made you a plate.
So much better than vibrating the air
With the voice sounds of
“I love you.”
I made you a plate.
I thought of you, specifically you.
I think of you even when
You are not in the room.
I made you a plate.
I saw you hungry and fed you.
I saw you unable to join and wanted
You not to be lonely.
I made you a plate.
Even if you can’t participate at the
Specified place and time
You are still in community.
I made you a plate.
I do not take you for granted
Nor the task you are doing
That keeps you from the feast.
I made you a plate.
In assembling the food, I recalled
Noticing your likes and dislikes.
I care for your comfort, your happiness.
I made you a plate.
I brought you a piece of love
From each person who cooked and shared.
You are not abandoned.
What greater love is there than this?
I had your back.
I made you a plate.
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