Tag Archives: Gratitude
Taste for Gratitude
A luscious menu includes mouthwatering staples.
Family and friends enhance flavors and aromas.
Delectable conversation smooths digestion.
Delightful entertainment devours the hours.
The slightest hint of a taste missed
as I remember my dad and others no longer with me.
And I am thankful for each morsel and memory
that serves and fills me completely.
©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers
Prompt: Write a thankful poem. [...]
I get Attached
Family, friends, favorite ink pens
wide ruled composition books
all sizes, bindings, page styles
and the new colors of Moleskines.
“The Mirror has Two Faces”
is my all-time favorite movie
of the many I adore from Barbara Streisand.
Thank God I’m a girl otherwise
according to “In & Out”
that affinity might betray
my natural attraction to men.
My computer in good working order.
External hard drive [...]
Renewable Energy
In my little life
blessed to be sure,
both joy and sorrow
have brought me to tears.
Both drain me of energy
to celebrate
and recuperate.
Both bring me to
gratitude
which replenishes me
and my
journey through life
continues.
©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers
Prompt: Write a renewable poem. This is my poem for Day 13 of the 2009 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.
Lessons from a Mountaintop Experience
Death in the Family
My grandmother died March 30, 2003. It was painful and breathtaking. And then…
Maybe ten days later, my father was rushed to the ER. Blood clots were killing him. By the time I got to the hospital, dad’s heart had stopped and he’d been resuscitated twice.
The doctor working with him asked if we [...]
Amen
by Shari Lynne Smothers
Thank you Father, for everything.
For the flowers and the trees
and birds that sing.
For the cool, smooth crooning,
Jazz playing on my stereo.
For all the places You’ve taken me.
For all the experiences I have yet to know.
There are so many things
that I have yet to learn.
There are so many doors that You’ve opened for [...]
Resisting the Feeling that I’m Not Enough
I suffered an invisibility crisis. Being unappreciated was an associated feeling. It wasn’t from passing insecurities, but from the words. And I marveled again at how cutting and devastating they can be. I may have been out of practice because it’s been a while since anyone hurt my feelings. But just a brief sentence sent [...]
