Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #168

Thanksgiving At My House
by Belinda Roddie

Thanksgiving at my house was quite a show.
My family arrived just in time to
see my son applying make-up, a glow
spread across his cheeks. He wore Mother's blue
silk dress, with diamond studs in both his ears.
His girlfriend, Sasha, wore a fitted suit
and somehow did not get any dark smears
or stains from the turkey she carved. Though mute
my father was, Mother was grinning. She
hugged and kissed her grandson, and she said, "How
beautiful you both look. Come. Let's eat.
I'm so hungry, I could feast on a cow."
The dinner was a hit, and I gave thanks
for my son, brave enough to wear my spanx.

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