Seasoned, Stuffed, and Thankful
For gardens and knowledge from Chaos.
For virgin birth, grace, and forgiveness.
For crayons, bagged Legos, and telescopes.
For summers with Grampa.
For those first words uttered.
For Sunday school and Bible studies.
For history class, chemistry, and proofs.
For algebra, experiments and faith.
For spring breaks and homework.
For essays and scripture.
For puppy loves and soft broken hearts.
For first loves, for missed love, for this love.
For all the trysts, loves, and trusts in between.
For cool winters’ kindlings.
For cuddles and carols.
For piles of musty leaves to play in,
For crisp blue skies and migrating jays.
For annual family convergences.
For fall gold reflections.
For Bodies Electric.
For this excess to scatter and share.
For dearth and lack and despair: hunger.
For all the pure and bad reasons I am.
For all seasons I can.For more words, for more ways.