THE KNOCK ON THE DOOR The turkey was done, the table set With the best dishes that we had. From pots and pans and bowls there came Aromas to make us children glad. My father was in the living room With the usual newspaper in his hand. The world is going to hell in a handbasket Was his comment about the news of the land Sister and brother, outside somewhere Playing in the crisp November air. And I? Probably a book was reading While sitting in an easy chair. We had not yet sat down to eat When at the kitchen door came a knock. It was early afternoon I guess Although I did not see the clock. What my mother said was indistinct Nor could we see who was there. But my father had to know who had come So, he shouted from his chair... "Who's there?" were his words quite loud. "A man who wants something to eat" Was my mother's quick reply. "I'll fix him a sandwich of turkey meat". My father's next words were quite a shock For he said "Like Hell you will!" But the man was not turned away For next came the words I remember still. "God dammit, invite him in the house And at the table set another place. Give him a washcloth and towel So he can wash his hands and face." I no longer know who this stranger was Who that day our table shared Except that he was, like many, out of work Tired, lonely and rather scared. He missed his family, now miles away Praying for him a job to find. A dollar he would send from time to time When he found labor of any kind Wood he had cut, floors he had swept For a nickel or a dime. But one thing, he said, he would never do And that was live a life of crime Well, of the food there was little left When at last the meal was done. Then another cup of coffee, or maybe two Before he said "I have to run. Thank you for the meal and all the rest You've certainly been very kind. But now I must really go on my way Perhaps tomorrow some work I'll find" . Mother did the dishes; my book I read again. My father sat and grumbled away. But all of us knew that the knock on the door Had caused a special Thanksgiving Day . jhs