poem

 Gratitude

God must have thought

It would be obvious

To us,

To be grateful

For this— all this 

That we would accept it as a gift

Even though it isn’t.

A gift is supposed to make you happy

Even if it’s just another pair of socks—

Someone has gone to the trouble

Of picking the silliest ones,

Eggs over easy polka dotting

A purple background,

Wrapped them up neatly and is now 

Watching you tear it open

With a joyous shine in her eyes.

When we lifted the lid of our lives

It would have been nice 

To see the laugh lines of God 

Crinkled in the ribbons

Before we ever saw 

What was inside.

10/28/25