by Ethel Mortenson Davis
As children
we don’t forgive
our parents.
As parents
we forgive
our children,
opening up
one of the back rooms,
sweeping up
the dust,
making room
again for you.
Thanksgiving
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fourwindowspress 
Very profound 💜💜
Beautifully put Ethel. It’s as though the poem turns round on the spot.
I love your words, Ethel. The U.S. Thanksgiving Day is a fine opportunity to pause and take stock of both this and everything. Today it has also gifted with some thought and words of my own for which thank you. I hope you and all you friends and family had a wonderful day.
AHOY THERE!
Children have a wisdom
That adults have lost
Adults have a wisdom
Children have yet to acquire
May we never sail on blindly
Missing one another by miles
This is beyond wonderful, Ben Naga.
😳 Thank you.
Yes that’s so true. Thank u for soothing my soul with your poems.
I too love this poem, Ethel. So powerful, a parent’s love…. I hope you and Tom had a pleasant Thanksgiving.