there are days
that counting your blessings
takes a bit longer
dwelling on the good
out of the difficult
the relaxation of strained backs
after a long day
it takes a while
to remember the day
could have been different
and grief’s shade
could be shadowing our doorway
but the beautiful angel passed over
our marked lintel
and, for a while,
we are whole
*** Counting my blessings today and among those are you, dear reader, for your kindness and thoughtful notes holding us up. Mom is better, still very weak, but better. We have a someone now who will stay with her while I am at work and the family is coming in every weekend to give us help and time away. So after several weeks, we are counting blessings with each new day.
Glad to hear it! It is so nice to see that there caring people on WordPress, and that having a blog during a time of difficulty is a good thing. I will be praying for your family still!
Each day and moment are precious memories in the making..smiles all around and beautiful lmusic can do wonders for the soul. Your poem reminds us how fragile life is.
This is beautiful. Your mother will be in my prayers.
Thank you, and I appreciate your kindness