It's a holiday
People sit down together
Give thanks and blessings
Each other,
They talk about joy and grief of bygone days.
Though it's a holiday for us,
Some brothers and sisters
Stuck in the battlefields
And when they get their vacation?
Some disappeared on 9/11
Without saying a Goodbye.
May happy and peaceful flowers bloom on this land of opportunity!
And they can sniff the fragrance of humanity
On this precious day.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanksgiving-42/
