The gathering family
throws shadows around us,
it is the late afternoon
Of the family.

There is still enough light
to see all the way back,
but at the windows
that light is wasting away.

Soon we will be nothing
but silhouettes: the sons’
as harsh
as the fathers’.

Soon the daughters
will take off their aprons
as trees take off their leaves
for winter.

Let us eat quickly–
let us fill ourselves up.
the covers of the album are closing
behind us.


  1. Cassie says:

    I loved this poem, I think it really shows an american thanksgiving.

  2. Alesha says:

    I found this poem to be perfect for my assignment in school. I was asked to find an American Author that had writen a poem about family. I looked for a while to find nothing. Until i came accross this sight. Though I found it very delightful, my search continued. Finally i found your poem. It was not only exactly what I was looking for, but it was wonderfuly writen, and I enjoyed reading it. Thank you. God Bless!


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