{"id":72,"date":"2026-01-06T13:21:33","date_gmt":"2026-01-06T13:21:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=72"},"modified":"2026-01-06T13:21:33","modified_gmt":"2026-01-06T13:21:33","slug":"with-my-deepest-thanks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=72","title":{"rendered":"With My Deepest Thanks"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\" style=\"font-size:16px\">The first week of each year<br>Beckons an annual ritual of gratitude.<br><br>With gathered stationery paraphernalia<br>I sit down at the dining table<br>And pen letters of recognition to<br>Each giver of gifts, hospitality and love.<br><br>A silent ceremony transpires<br>In sifting through piles of hoarded blank cards <br>In matching inside greetings to exterior envelope<br>In pairing colored paper to their destined recipient.<br><br>The design of each note<br>Harkens me back to<br>Standing in an aisle over a row of clear-front boxes<br>Or at a boutique\u2019s display island,<br>Weighing the myriad options<br>-- Formal, fruity, joyful or reverent --<br>Pondering which card style best encapsulates<br>My thanks, my wit, my heart.<br><br>And now here at my perch,<br>With my flock of chosen ones<br>I begin to write<br>Dear Auntie; Dear Dad.<br><br>Wet ink bleeds into matte cardstock.<br><br>Swirls and lines become<br>My offering of gratitude<br>As I remember the material culture <br>The sacred items<br>That my loved ones had too<br>Stood in an aisle<br>Or over a kitchen island<br>Deliberating<br>Discerning<br>Aligning to me<br>Procuring or producing on my behalf.<br><br>For all the angst and iterations<br>Last fall that I<br>Had exerted in my own gift search<br>\u2014 For white elephant exchanges <br>For parental appreciation<br>For benevolent hosts<br>For dearest progeny \u2014 <br><br>Here I find peace.<br><br>When I capture my appreciation<br>The words flow swiftly<br>With truth and conviction<br>With a tear here, a wide grin there<br>As I recall the splendor of my holidays.<br><br>Basked in memories, <br>I warm from the embrace of invisible arms.<br><br>I ease each folded card<br>Into their appointed envelope<br>Scrawl atop it the intended party<br>And their global coordinates.<br><br>I slide the moistener<br>Across the V of each flap<br>Pressing to fuse the two layers<br>Down and out, thrice,<br>My habitual assurity of closure.<br><br>Once postage stamp and return address and festive seal<br>Adorn each letter,<br>I cannot resist the urge to begin their transit.<br><br>The mailbox will not do;<br>I drive to the regional depot<br>Slide the heavy stack<br>Into the bowels of <br>The winter-chilled metal<br>Of the Postal blue First Class Mailbox.<br><br>May they arrive promptly;<br>Uncreased,<br>Carrying with them the spirit of our connection<br>And with my deepest thanks.<br><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Appreciation for the act of appreciating. A reflection on thank you cards. Poem 006 in a series of 365 poems written in 2026 by Diana Ludwick.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":74,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=72"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":84,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72\/revisions\/84"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/74"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=72"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=72"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=72"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}