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Two-thousand twenty-one, scratching my head.
Let’s back up all the way up to January. Mom and Dad
working consistently to beat the ovarian cancer-monster.
Still the clink
   of anniversary cheers
      sixty-one years…woot…woot.
Thankful for that stellar moment!!!

February, the time of discuss. My parents know
   they are old. But they grin,
      having taken such good care
          of themselves and one another.
Thankful for the phone calls…mama hugs.

March, we’re still good. Mom’s handling her burden like a pro.
      She rings the bell, as she retells it, “real hard,”
   to do away with chemotherapy. Dad neverminded
the intense care his wife needed.
         Thankful Dad had this time,

for he wouldn’t believe the tears that would fall
   like a waterfall when mama died in April.
Thankful Dad is here
   Thankful for each tear that lets us know
he loved her so.
      Thankful for so many years. Thankful for
         the chain of I love you’s from Mom.

The fog of May, London couldn’t look as gray.
I’m thankful for my church…eyewitness to my cup
of mourning
   for later, six months later
      they would see my joy return.

June…July…August,
   sitting quite a bit with Dad,
      his sadness, loneliness, anger
Thankful for getting to know Dad more.
   Thankful for the stories he tells.

September is somber. Birthdays within days of each other.
My dad climbs inside his own mind
to hide, this can’t be true.
   Thankful for…thankful for…

Thankful to get beyond the sadness,
as October comes…birthday without mom
but I’m okay but dad is sad.
   I ring my nephew…no answer,
his birthday on the 9th.  We practically shared our days.
      there were problems heading south.
Phone rings…that awful ring.
          he’s gone North to be with mom.
Thankful that he gave his life to God. Thankful for the time we had.

It’s been a tough year…not much cheer
   November is adrift
      A funeral…broken ribs, not mine…surgery, not mine. Flu, not mine.
Thankful for whatever meal this brings,
   we have too much,
      have to help my sister get the turkey on.

December, around the corner, flying
   to a much colder climate.
      Thankful for warm hearts of family!

Thankful for all you poets too,
   many have become good friends.

Thankful for one true God! Thankful for hope
   that our Savior brings. Thankful in December
      we celebrate…we celebrate

O the celebration in heaven
   will be worth the wait
      when tears are wiped away
by the wounded hand of God.

11/23/2021
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