Poem: “The Thanking Day”


With prayer, I start the Thanking Day,
At dawn, I kneel, Te Deum, pray.
I dress for Mass then wake a son.
He’ll serve the priest, a chosen one.

A hushed low Mass right after Matins,
Our Lord above all sons’ gold patens.
He’ll lay upon my wicked tongue,
I pray, forgive, amidst, among

Where in the pew with head bowed low,
I give Him thanks ’till time to go
Back to the world with sin, so murky,
But now I’ve strength…

…to stuff that turkey!!

Hilary M. Flanery

Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.

"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"

Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.

The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.