Ode to a Turkey

During a walk through the hallway

of the primary school

I find hallways

filled with turkeys and leafs and stiff scrawled characters.

What is Mr. Smith's class thankful for?

Flowers and toys and cars and dresses and pink and purple and soccer and skirts and barbies and family.

How could you sum up all of the things you are thankful for in one word?

At the end of the hallway I am faced with a choice:

*What are you thankful for?*

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What am I thankful for?

Happiness, and family and security and nature and

friends.

I am thankful for friends.

I am thankful for laughs and chatts and cries and sobs and games and smiles.

I am thanful for ****** contortions and 80s dance sessions,

for inabilty to speak.

I am thankful for hobos, eating on the side of the road,

and for devious scheymes of intoxicatation.

Hep beni anlayan bir arkadaşım var müteşekkirim

and who listens to my sob stories.

I am thankful for singing in the rain.

And styling hair in the sink

for screeching and howling

and hissing.

I am thankful for obkirchergasses,

for Ströcks and for ice cream plarlours.

I am thankful for mentos,

and walnuts.

I am thankful for bad lip readings and hilarious youtube vidoes.

I am thankful for unknown languages and nymphs

and for eloquence.

I am thankful for good taste in music

and for strong opinions.

I am thankful for dancing indian pirates with demon chicks and fireballs.

I am thankful for two-headed teenagers and barbeques.

I am thankful for God and healthy choice prayers,

and Hawaii get aways.

I am thankful for huge, hanging sweaters and crazy, funky leggings.

I am thankful for deep talks about the world's lack of beauty

and for poetry buddies.

I am thankful for dodgeball playing mice,

and poor old wenches.

I am thankful for pirate and mermaid adventures.

I am thankful for the looks we get:

looks of loud disapproval,

and whispers of quiet exasperation.

I am thankful for golden men and loud singing,

for crazy dances with crazy cousins and cute brothers.

I am thankful for Aunt Jemima.

I am thankful for banging on metal bars with rocks and shouting at the top of our lungs.

I am thankful for climbing over gates in order to not step on cracks.

I am thankful for amazing humanities teachers.

I am thankful for a laugh when the day is over.

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How those kids manage to fit all of their thankfulness into one word is beyond me.

Even the one-word things we are thankful for, must be described with a million words.

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