33/F/USA She and I never met,
but my grandma was a poet.
It was meaningless to me, until recently,
I read some and they spoke to me.
Now I’ll try my hand at writing poems grand.
Thanks to all who will them read. Please enjoy, but steal them not, I plead. 81 followers / 2.3k words
giving thanks can be a very existential thing as the legendary settlers in New England learned when they arrived as illegal immigrants and the natives though wary of their guns and swords taught them to plant corn together with fish and shared their harvest with them late in the year
giving thanks may be a very personal thing whenever we travel far away are given a friendly welcome are fed and housed by the natives and accepted into their families
giving thanks is a very human thing
it shows that we are aware of the fragility of our life
that it always depends on the kindness of strangers who help us to survive in their world
the roots reaching down for water blindly seeking it out in the dark the sprouts reaching up for light stretching toward it as it moves I am reaching, stretching in the dark and the light and it feels so good
maybe we aren't fundamentally weak but we just have a small fraction of a moment when we're weak and in that moment, we lay in bed too sad to move a limb or we simply do not want to see the world beyond our front door this is ok we are not weak to the core we are weak in the moment
we are not fundamentally weak we are fundamentally human