Saturday, November 14, 2020

Thankful Days

 

Well, on Sunday, I might be thankful for something I’m not thankful for on Monday. 

On Monday, what I was thankful for walked out the door.

 By Tuesday, I thought I was thankful for toast.

But I realized I was thankful for golden autumn leaves falling from trees the most.

Thursday AM, I was thankful I had a good night’s sleep.

But by Friday, I whispered to myself “I’m so thankful for my jeep.”

Saturday arrived, the week had whirled by and that was okay.

 I was especially thankful that being thankful all week

Had kept the boogie man away.

Ellen G.

November, 2020

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3 comments:

  1. DONNANovember 14, 2020 at 7:21 PM

    Great concept and great job! I really like your poem. I love the ending. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. UnknownNovember 23, 2020 at 9:10 AM

      Thank you so much for taking the time to write such a nice comment about this piece!

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    2. DONNAJanuary 28, 2021 at 10:26 PM

      You are very welcome. My pleasure!

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