Sunday, November 22, 2020

Poetry Sunday

This coming Thursday we celebrate the American holiday of Thanksgiving. As those of you who know me or have been with me on this blog through the years, it's my favorite holiday. As much as I complain about all sorts of things, I'm smart enough to realize that I am uniquely blessed and have much to be thankful for - the love of a beautiful and talented wife, strong and dynamic children who have carved their own paths in life, six beautiful and talented grandchildren, a roof over my head, and a comfortable if modest existence.

Thanksgiving is the one day each year we are asked to stop and be grateful for what we have rather than what we wished we could have. This poem, the author of which is unknown to me, sums up how I feel about this most personal and meaningful of holidays.

I Am Thankful – A Poem of Thanksgiving
Author Unknown

I am thankful:

For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else.

For the husband
Who is on the sofa
Being a couch potato
Because he is home with me
And not out at the bars.

For the teenager
Who is complaining about doing dishes
Because it means she is at home,
Not on the streets.

For the taxes I pay
Because it means
I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party
Because it means I have
Been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes that fit a little too snug
Because it means
I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work
Because it means
I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing,
Windows that need cleaning,
And gutters that need fixing
Because it means that I have a home.

For all the complaining
I hear about the government
Because it means
We have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot
I find at the far end of the parking lot
Because it means
I am capable of walking,
And I have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill
Because it means
I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church
Who sings off key
Because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing
Because it means
I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles
At the end of the day
Because it means I have been
Capable of working.

For the alarm that goes off
In the early morning hours
Because it means
I am alive.

I am thankful for many things, Dear Readers, and I hope I will never be so complacent about it as to limit my gratitude to one day per year.

Have a good day and enjoy this wonderful holiday, despite all the bitterness and chicanery in the world. Though our ability to celebrate with family and friends may be limited in this ghastly year, at least we are alive and living in America ... battered and dented it may be, it's still where the rest of the world wishes it could be.

More thoughts coming.



Mike said...

A few of these have dropped off the list but most are still true.

John A Hill said...

For my satellite internet bill because it keeps me connected to my internet friends and fellow bloggers.