Thanksgiving Poem
Thanksgiving There’s something serene in the welling of tears A calm in the heaviness that starts in my throat And is anchored in my gut Peace of mind comes from my furrowed brow Inhaling the cold, still loneliness Exhaling their distant warmth Eyes closed, I give thanks Knowing that somewhere, An unfathomable number of miles away There are people whose chests also ache Whose eyes won’t be dry Who miss me too. Maeve Wall is 2015-2016 ETA at Sadaebucho Elementary School in Daegu.