Practicing Gratitude

Thank you my everlong morning

this early spring

which is ageless.

My front porch

where I can sit

in nothing but my negligee

and wear the sunlight

in my hair.

The coffee for the buzz

pulsating through my veins,

and the warm breeze

caressing my thighs –

for the reminder

that I am still here.

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Thank you melodic wind chimes

for your beautiful song

and keeping time

for the robin –

this robin taking her morning bath

in my driveway puddle as she whistles

good morning.

A symphony of reminders

that my mom is still with me.

In my heart

and in my thoughts, I carry her

every. single. day.

•••

Thank you

beautiful stillness

amongst the chaos

and sickness

and death

for this heartfelt reminder –

that sometimes

remaining idle

is truly living.

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