Gratitude

My beautiful great-granddaughter, Lunabella,

for whom we are most thankful

this Thanksgiving weekend.

[photo by her mom and my granddaughter, Ali]

The young and the old

share a way of

looking at the world ~

bemused,

in awe, amazed ~

the young, because it is so new

and wonder-filled,

the elderly because,

the older we get,

the more every single thing

looks and feels

exactly

like a miracle.

Up here in Canada, it is our Thanksgiving weekend. There is always so much to be thankful for: eyesight, mobility, roofs under which to shelter from the rain, rivers, clouds, nature's beauty ~ and, this fall, a brand new baby great-granddaughter, through whose wondering eyes we will rediscover the world, brand new all over again.

Posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is always fine reading of a Sunday morning.