Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas

My late cousin would never forgive me if I let Mardi Gras go past without a mention.  It’s the last party before Ash Wednesday (Lent begins), a wildly crazy and colorful celebration no matter where you choose to partake–you don’t have to go to New Orleans!  The parades are a lavish spectacle–and the food…well there’s just nothing like it. 

I’ve never been to Mardi Gras, actually–I don’t need quite that much wild and crazy jubilation.  However, I am half-Cajun (I can testify to the food), and I enjoy lively zydeco music (and watching couples dance to it).  There’s no way you can sit still–it will grab you, and your feet start moving without permission.

So Theresa, I miss you more than I can say.  And if you’re still watching over me–I didn’t make a pot of gumbo this year but I’m bringing the music, and my Cajun-side is dancing in the Upper Room!  Say “hi” to Aunt Lucy & Uncle Harrison–I hear tell they lived for “dancing to that French music”.💖

~ Cale