Poem of the Fortnight: Think about Chris
This is my Thanksgiving poem, about the wonderful man who, with his son, did our recent remodeling work.
(I decided to use WordPress’ snow option for a little holiday spirit, since it’s 78 degrees in Austin and I’m trying to keep from turning on the AC.)
Think about Chris
Each day is a labor of fixing toilets, laying tile,
installing lights and fans,
painting, planting—any task,
indoors or out,
he’s hired to do.
Thirty dollars an hour
seems like a lot
but there is constant worry
about not enough money.
Wife stays home with granddaughter
while pregnant daughter works,
sons move out and back again.
I think about Chris,
with his bad knees, no health insurance,
too much middle
from too many sodas, hot dogs, tacos,
as I lift the Thanksgiving turkey into the oven,
sweating through the day to feed my crowd,
and again as I roll over in bed the next day
thankful my hardest work is done for now.