When many families sit around the Thanksgiving dinner table, there is a tradition of sharing something they are thankful for. It can be hard, however, to find the right words to express the unbound gratitude of the moment. That being said, this poem by a CYC student, 4th grader, Cameron, captures the overflowing gratitude that many of us experience during the holiday season. More than that, Cameron finds a way to say “thanks” for all of the little things that we so often forget to be thankful for. Like “looking fancy,” cooking enchiladas with mom, and, of course, pumpkin pie. Here is Cameron’s poem:
I am thankful for life. I am thankful for coming to the CYC. I’m thankful for family. I am thankful for my personality and curiosity and knowledge. I am thankful for shelter and living in a happy place. I am thankful for having a Wii U game and a bunch of books at my house to read, because I like reading. I’m thankful that the CYC has a fairy house and that we get to write about it. I’m thankful for choose your own adventure stories. I’m thankful for a pair of shoes and looking fancy.
I am thankful for air, and for my sister because she gives me ideas. She gave me ideas for making her a bouncy house, and anytime she’s sad we make her happy. I’m thankful for my grandpa and the furniture he made me and the picture he brought me that made me feel my spirit. He made chairs and tables and some wood so I can build stuff. One time he made one into a hockey stick so I can play hockey in the street. I’m thankful for Unsolved Mysteries because I love that show on TV.
I’m thankful for my dad because, every time I do something wrong, he talks to me about it and tells me very important stuff that I need to know for life.
I’m thankful for my mom and she helps me cook. Last night I helped her cook enchiladas.
I’m thankful I’m going to MLK. We have our own soccer field. At my old school, me and my cousin and my friends used to ride the bus there and talk about Pokemon and stuff. When he comes over sometimes he helps me do my homework. He’s my old friend. He’s thirteen. But sometimes we feel like we’re brothers. My favorite thing to eat on Thanksgiving is pumpkin pie. My grandma always comes over for Thanksgiving. We’re making sweet potatoes. I don’t know how to make them. Some people just say you put love in them.