I am gone in the order of gratitude
Baked cookies and a overflowing milkshake
Beans for supper but hold the pudding
I’m watching the stars go around again
But Polaris makes me spin around
This collaboration expanding in an exhaust of pain
For a two letter word in a five tree forest
Begun the path, no return
Running silently I empty each bag
Carried for so long, straps begun worn
And something thus calls me, standing I’m alert
Hollering and hollering, Thusurathar
Name me again, gratitude remains.
Tag: cookies
Dear Mother (day 177)
Directly, I feel blessed
I feel warmed without, within
Your calls, your worries
Mom, they mean everything to me
I can only hope
In all my ways of good and bad
That I may just, in some small way
make up for it, with my kind replies
I may not want to be facebook friends
And I may not want your opinion on style
But, dear sweet mom,
Your hugs are welcome at any time
I know, I know, I’ve got your recipe
For chocolate chip oatmeal, deliciousness in a cookie
But mom, I mean it when I do say
They’ll never be as good as the ones sent my way
Take care, my mother
Take care of your health
Mind is important
Happiness everyday