The Little Things
I give thanks,
sun shining on the morning dew,
waking up to the birds lightly chirping,
feeling clean after a nice shower,
the fresh smell of pancakes from the kitchen.
I give thanks,
a car heating up in the winter,
taking off socks after a sweaty practice,
hearing that last school bell on a Friday afternoon,
your food coming to your table at a restraunt.
I give thanks,
waking up on Christmas morning,
looking someone you love in the eye,
watching your parents have a good time,
feeling accepted but something you want.
I give thanks.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world