A Very Bad Poem Full of the Sincerest of Gratitude

Friends, Family, and Functional Chaos


It was the morning before Thanksgiving and all through the house 
not a creature was stirring except two loud kitties wanting to get out.
I am up before dawn to the full moon above
to write about food and thanks and love.
A poet I’m not but I’m willing to try
in order to jumpstart my gratitude before the light hits the sky.
This day will be busy with prep for the meal.
I’m so grateful I have this moment of quiet to dwell on all I feel.
And even though this world is full of strife and unrest
when we give thanks for all we have our hearts don’t fret.
So, a list of things I am so thankful for
will include all I love and so much more.
It is now time to stop rhyming for I have no talent
for rhythm and meter and and lines that seem rather bent.
I  now apologize to all my students over the years
For forcing them to write sonnets that hurt the ears.

Here is a list of a few joys in my life
that fill my heart with such love and all that is right.

hot coffee with real cream
my favorite songs 
a surprise phone call or text from one of our kids
 grandchildren
trying a new recipe
writing to the glow of Christmas tree lights
a full moon
this lovely retired life
our weird cats
a walk in the woods
an hour of yoga
wine
getting a table at our favorite breakfast joint
dinner with fabulous friends
a good book
holding hands
our beach vacations
my birthday 
all birthdays
breathing
seeing my byline for the first time
the first snow
candlelight
all our children
a big hug
that man sleeping upstairs
a great steak
clean sheets
a perfect, glorious word
special friends both near and far
my stupendous, kooky, quirky extended family
laughter...always laughter
and, of course, 
pie. 

“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of gratitude.” -A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh