there is much to be thankful for in life, it’s said.
your heart knows how to heal itself, may well be.
time heals all loss, if, of course, you keep on
loving, and let it be, let it be. only, in trying so,
maybe you could be thankful every day and truly
mean it, I suspect you could muster gratitude as
you would a flower stuck into a wartime bayonet.
you and I could look each other in the eyes, so to
speak, new words. we could speak of the humans
all around us and how we really do know that they
are not that different than us, only, give your love.
(lately, I’ve been thanking at night and in the morns,
most aware of my actually loving, when I could
have fallen over in exertion of the day, or just some
how, passed in my sleep, peacefully, as they say...)
if I listen to all the so many people I love, who love
me back, I do assume: I can hear thankings for our
being together when we can be, so thankful to be
not as alone as we could possibly be, if we did not
have family, friends, the kind neighbor, those who
care. and so, in caring back, or forward, we reach
out our hands all life long. and, often, another one
hand takes it in stride, and says, pleased! and, I
am. Thanksgiving reminds me of every one person
I have ever loved. they loved me in return, best as
they could. thankful. thank full. thanks, with all my