Grateful (A Poem)
Today, my lover kissed me
with a warm, open mouth.
I woke with my arms wrapped around
a vigorous small body.
Sunshine warmed my skin.
I performed useful, holy work.
I listened and I shared.
I called my mother to say thank you.
My son brought me a handful
of wilty, spent dandelion stems
without blossom or fluff.
We placed them reverently, one by one,
into a vase
to grace our dinner table.
A friend gave me a book to read.
My house is warm,
and abundant, fresh food
is in my kitchen.
In my back yard,
the weeping cherry tree cascades
pink blossoms
on leafless branches.
Tulips are coming up.
The boy is napping.
March 31, 2006 at 3:14 pm
Thank you for having me in your filter that you share your writing in. I rather enjoy it.
March 31, 2006 at 6:06 pm
yeah what he said
March 31, 2006 at 11:13 pm
Damn, I love that. Yay!
April 1, 2006 at 1:26 am
Thank you.
“out” was supposed to be “our,” of course. Damn typos.
Thank you.