I talked with my mom this evening. She was trying to remember a poem about Thanksgiving by Robert Louis Stevenson. I couldn't think of any RLS poems, so I turned to my best friend, Google.
And came up empty. : (
As I was talking with my mom, I was also diligently searching the depths of the internet. Finally she told me to not waste any more time trying to find the elusive poem. But I couldn't give up. I did stop looking for the poem for the rest of our conversation, but a few hours later, I decided to give it one more try.
Jackpot! I found the poem -- but it wasn't written by Robert Louis Stevenson. The poem my mother was trying to remember was written by Ralph Waldo Emerson. Hey, they both have three names, so at least she got that part right.
For each new morning Thanksgiving prayer
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like this little poem -- poemlet? poemlette? Yet it somehow seems unfinished to me. As I read the poem I feel like it needs one more line. So, with apologies to RWE, I would add the line:
We give Thee thanks.
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