Thankful, Grateful, Blessed
A poem each day of November to spark gratitude
Today’s poem uses a borrowed line from Mary Oliver’s “It Was Early”- Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed
I can feel it –
the love in the kiss by the campfire, a kiss for no real reason at all except to say I love you
I can see it –
you, taking a picture of Boo Radley as he barks at the skeleton dog Halloween decorations
I can hear it –
Fitz’s cat-like purring as he nuzzles next to my ear deep in sleep on the back of the couch
I can taste it –
in the morning coffee you bring me when I’m busy or when I’m lazy,
fixed just the way I like it
I can smell it – the first fumes of furnace heat you spent time figuring out in this new used camper so we could sleep warm
sometimes
I need only to stand
where I am
to be blessed