I Am Blessed!

I Am Blessed!

I Am Blessed!

 

Here’s to each of us giving little consequence to the negative aspects of our lives, while acknowledging and celebrating the positive points, not only on this special day, but every day of the year.  

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

 

There are some days when nothing but nothing goes right,

when my house is a sty and my pants are too tight,

and I curse over mountains of dirty, dank clothes,

and the zit that’s displayed on the tip of my nose,

when I grate up my knuckles instead of the cheese,

and every joint aches me, especially my knees,

and the puppy has peed on the clothes on the floor,

and I’m pondering if there could be something else . . . more

 

But if these are the worst of my worrisome woes,

I am blessed from my head to my pedicured toes.

I have family I love tons, who love me right back,

and friendships and money and never a lack,

of food or of shelter or clothing or hope.

I cannot complain. I really can’t. Nope.

 

There are times when I think about what might have been

had I not loved the sun and sautéed my skin,

had I not had the burger, the fries and the shake,

the pasta, the nachos, and half the dang cake,

had I not lost my temper and let my pride rule,

had I not studied boys all the years of high school,

had I just had the courage to conquer my fears,

had I lived large before I aged all of these years.

 

But if these are the worst of my worrisome woes,

I am blessed from my head to my pedicured toes.

I have family I love tons, who love me right back,

and friendships and money and never a lack,

of food or of shelter or clothing or hope.

I cannot complain. I really can’t. Nope.

 

My life isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty darn great

and not for a moment will I hesitate

to proclaim to whomever is reading this post

I am blessed! I am grateful. With love, your blog host.

 

Written by Becky


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2 Comments
  • Sister Heather says:

    Dear Bec, I loved your “I am Blessed” poem when you wrote it and I still love it today. Love the rhythm of it, the rhyme of it and especially the sentiment and love behind it. I wish I were half the writer you are! Love, Et.

    PS. I bet you’re shocked from your head down to your manicured toes that I’m responding.

    • Becky says:

      Shocked would be an understatement! I’m speechless. And here I didn’t even have to twist your arm. Or, come to think of it, perhaps you commented because I didn’t twist your arm! Whatever the reason, thanks for the support – it means a lot!


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Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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