A/N- *Waves* Hi everyone! This is my first poem at fictionpress. I'm a
sophomore Creative Writing major at my local arts high school, so I do a
lot of writing. I thought I'd share a bit with you, if that's OK!
Constructive criticism appreciated, but no flames, please.

Scripture, Astroturf, and Thanksgiving Dinner

I never could understand the purpose
of Astroturf on your front steps,
the marble leopard in your living room.
Sitting in front of the fireplace,
wondering why you'd put a nativity scene there.
I warned you Santa might step on it,
but when have you ever listened?
You whispered in my mother's ear
as I didn't touch my turkey or sweet potatoes.
Picky eaters unheard of in your household.
You wondered why I prefer to watch TV alone,
lock the doors whenever I enter a room,
eat popcorn after just having dinner.
You think I stare at your porcelain Christmas village
for hours at a time
because there is something wrong with me.
I can't comprehend why
you don't think your grandson's bride is pretty,
or why the framed Psalm in the hall outside the guest room,
makes me think of anything but greener pastures.
You don't understand why
I stay up in the kitchen so late.
Why I'm never ready for Foxwoods at 4:00 AM.
You wonder what I could possibly do
by myself for that long.