I spent my day
counting blessings.
One gift of life
that my father
and mother
welcomed as me.
I know how to count,
two follows one,
but amidst much thought
I can't see three.
I'm stuck, entrenched,
mired in the glue
that holds me
where I am.
This second blessing,
the one that defines me,
is like manna from Heaven.
Two hands, holding steadfast
through ups and downs
life and death
sickness and health.
Two looks, eyes to eyes
passing an understanding
through a mere glance.
Two hearts, intertwined
to become one,
beating to a cadence
of love.
I counted my blessings
and got stuck at two.
For there it was
Me and you.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I spent my day
counting blessings.
One gift of life
that my father
and mother
welcomed as me.
I know how to count,
two follows one,
but amidst much thought
I can't see three.
I'm stuck, entrenched,
mired in the glue
that holds me
where I am.
This second blessing,
the one that defines me,
is like manna from Heaven.
Two hands, holding steadfast
through ups and downs
life and death
sickness and health.
Two looks, eyes to eyes
passing an understanding
through a mere glance.
Two hearts, intertwined
to become one,
beating to a cadence
of love.
I counted my blessings
and got stuck at two.
For there it was
Me and you.
My second poem for #OctPoWriMo
