Thanksgiving has always been a special holiday for me usually gathered round a table laden with delicious food and cherished family. Since moving to Port Ludlow/Port Townsend, Thanksgiving has almost always included my father. My father passed away about two years ago at the age of 96. He spent the last half of his life writing poetry. It became a tradition for my father to read a poem he had written for that particular Thanksgiving. I would like to share one of the poems he wrote in 2018 that I have found especially meaningful.
Today, a symbol of our continuous gratitude, a reflection of the spirit of Plymouth and Jamestown, a giving of thanks for shared values and virtues, that sustained them then and sustain us now in the face of the unknown and uncertain.
Theirs more than a thank you for wild fowl and what could be gathered from the forest.
Ours more than stocks and cheap goods.
What sustained them then was kinship, friendship, and citizenship.
What today could we be thankful for more than these around this table? Family, friends, community.