I Feel Blessed

This poem was inspired by a visit from my granddaughter, Annie, when she was five. She’s now thirteen, and she still delights me with her presence.

Sunlight streaks across my bed

in sharp spikes of brilliance

“Wake up,” God says.

“You’ve things to do today,”

and I feel blessed.

A few white daisies

adorn my breakfast tray.

I say to God,

“Thank you for this bread,”

then spread the jam

and I feel blessed.

.The doorbell rings – I open up

“Good morning, Grandma.”

She gives sweet hugs and kisses,

she’s five years old

Oh, I feel blessed.