June 3, 2016

Norman Rockwell

A THANKSGIVING DINNER

His eyes watched the bread

on their kitchen table. It went

quickly. He didn’t reach for a

slice - but that cold butter would

have been a wonderful treat.

Her eyes watched the meat

and the potatoes, the broccoli

and the gravy. She too didn’t

reach for the food - yet. Like her

husband  the kids came first.

Their eyes watched their parents

hands - daddy’s hands that made

the bread - mommy’s hands that

put together the rest of the meal.

Then they all began to talk. Finally….

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016