Tag Archives: Gratitude
For Father’s, In Advance
For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time
You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes
Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall
Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables
Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile
-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-
Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless
Uninsulated
Thank you for this window now,
Of thin and vintage time.
The safehouse to set a spell,
The anchored birch, my lean-to.
That I’d be reminded
In these gusty days
There is still
The reaching skyward
And strength to see it.
Anemone
Be it flowers surrounding
Or the Winter’s death knell
When lush heathers and purples
Fade to sienna sand
May it be with clarity
Or with toment I cry
I want it
I want it all
Butter Cream
I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”
I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.
Anthromorphed: A Haiku
“What the bullet’s love
didn’t look like: Gratitude.”
-The Scar On My Heart
Cosy
We all have the look of alone, alone
Save for the duo who just strolled through the revolving door
They look alone together
The cheerleader in me asks them to embrace here and now
And be grateful for the together part
What of this urge to cheer for them…and then I remember
Be content with this, never want for more
This Cup
I’m learning how to cry in deep despair and pour my blessed hot coffee at the very same time
Pain and gratitude in the same cup, indeed
I’m becoming better at praying goodness for others at my broken heart’s expense
Love and sacrifice from the same vein, it frees
I’m deciding to live with the dread of the box I was put into and with hope that I’ll one day be free
Abuse and healing in the same lifetime, glory
Dine
Now
That I’ve taken care of others’ cares
All that’s left is me
The leftover me
Who looks less delicious
Than yesterday
Who, though feeling frozen
Is already prepared
And is worthy
Of my own gratitude nonetheless
Spilled Sunshine
This
To pour myself into
My all of me whereto
There only remains
This
That
The taken away
Old ways of my days
My gratitude covers
That
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