A poem by Pamela Gabbay –
It has been 10 years
Since you died
Why, I ask
Do I still cry?
10 years without you
Without your smile
Without your touch
Without your hugs
Telling me that everything will be all right
Thanksgiving is here
Christmas will be here soon.
10 years without you at the table
10 years without your potato salad
Your turkey
Your grin
As we all say an off-beat Thanksgiving Prayer.
Off I go to another home this Thanksgiving
It is not your home
It is not Dad’s home
Death took you both from the table.
Off I go to watch
As another family has Thanksgiving.
Another Mom and Dad are at the head of the table
It is her potato salad
Her turkey
Her family’s Thanksgiving Prayer.
I am invited to this home
I am welcome in this home
I am loved in this home
Still, 10 years later, I want what I had.
Tags: grief, hope
When I read this and replace the 10 with 8 it says exactly how I feel everyday even when there is no holiday. It is the worst pain I have ever felt and will feel as long as I live. Some holidays I just sit at home with my animals because I think the people that invite me over only feel sorry for me. Nobody will ever love me the way my mother did… Thank you for sharing your poem.