Dear Curiosity Journal,
For Thanksgiving, it’s becoming a tradition to share my late Grandpa Miller’s poem of gratitude. So here it goes.
How do you say thank you for the trees
A breath of air
A gentle breeze
A clear blue sky
An easy rain
A happy time
A little pain
A newborn’s cry
A mother’s song
Knowing the difference between right and wrong
A baby fawn
A robin’s nest
A low flat plain
A hilltop’s crest
A shooting star
The northern lights
Things that run and things that creep
A time to work
A time to sleep
A cloudy sky
A lightning crash
Anticipating the thunder crash
A helping hand
A word of praise
A gentle squeeze
A loving gaze
Wildflowers
A scented rose
The whitest lilly
The blackest crows
Lush green grass
A babbling brook
Wide open spaces
A favorite nook
Paths that wind
And some are steep
But what you give
Is what you keep
To express a thanks
I have no clue
My promise is my love for you
To look at you
I see the trace
The image of God’s own face
~Fritz Miller