Giving thanks

It’s important to learn what it means to love someone.
Not like in Hugh Grant movies,
Like real Love.

Like making soup is good medicine
A hug can speak louder than words
Never go to bed angry.
Give thanks.

Giving thanks should come easy,
But it doesn’t.
Thanksgiving reminds us to be thankful,
Because there is so much to be thankful for.

I’m thankful that my husband loves me in his own way, every day.
A touch on the shoulder
A silly face
A kiss goonight.

I’m thankful for talking to my mom almost every day.
She thinks we are different,
but I see our sameness.
I see our goodness.

I’m thankful for my Dad’s “can do” attitude.
We all have self doubt
and knock ourselves down.
He tells me I can do anything.

I’m thankful that my brother tells me he loves me.
Before hanging up the phone
Or walking out the door.
It doesn’t take a lot of words to show you care.

I’m thankful for my son.
He has lit a spark in my life.
He has lit a spark in my marriage.
He has lit a spark in my family.

I’m thankful for my life.
The people.
The possibilities.
The freedom.

What are you thankful for?

A poem for my baby boy

I started writing poetry when I was a little girl.  I still remember the bright yellow notebook that I would scrawl all my thoughts in.  I felt inspired this evening to get back to my roots and write a small poem for Cole that I can read to him when he arrives.  Keep in mind that it’s been awhile, but I promise I did my best!

A Baby’s Gift

Looking through your eyes
Everything is new again
The colors of sun rise
The moon on the horizon

Listening with your ears
The world orchestrates sound
Like city sirens howling near
And people talking all around

Feeling touches on your skin
What is course and what is smooth
Like Dad’s unshaven chin
And a blanket when it moves

Taste buds satisfied
With milk and kisses, simply
Nothing grilled or fried
Will suit your newborn belly

Thank you for this gift
My precious little one
I’m looking through your eyes
And everything is new again.