The Little Things

Thu, 12/29/2016 - 22:26 -- jcost10

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

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