Thanksgiving, to me, is the start of a holiday season that reminds us what is important in life: Love, Goodwill towards all, Compassion, Appreciation and Thankfulness for what we have in our lives. Greatest of all is Love. My wish for the world is that LOVE will dwell in every beating heart. Happy Thanksgiving, to all, whether you live in the United States or not. I wish you Peace.
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beehive
“If I ever catch you with one of them, I’ll kill ya.”
He was a sailor, he was a patriot, a Catholic, a husband
and a good man. He was a bigot, he was
short tempered and self righteous. He was my father. I knew
for the first time
that he was wrong. My godfather, his brother and his beautiful wife
had been talking. A black boy. A white girl. A neighborhood that was
not color blind.
I was seven years old. He threatened some future me
because he didn’t favor that particular darkness.
At my godfather’s house, the only time I can remember, I threw
the yo yo because it slipped. I was a klutz
with no common sense, and little fear. I plunged my hand
into the prickly bush and discovered too late
the beehive. I could not run fast enough. They stung me
seven times. Once for each year that I had lived
asleep.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019