Poem: Be Thankful For…(the mess)

The mess to clean after a party because it means I
have been surrounded by friends.

The taxes I pay because it means that I’m employed.

The clothes that fit a little too snug because it
means I have enough to eat.

My shadow who watches me work because it means I
am out in the sunshine.

A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning
and gutters that need fixing because it means I have
a home.

All the complaining I hear about our government because
it means we have freedom of speech.

The space I find at the far end of the parking lot because
it means I am capable of walking.

My huge heating bill because it means I am warm.

The lady behind me in church who sings off key because
it means that I can hear.

The piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have
clothes to wear.

Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because
it means I have been productive.

The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because
it means that I’m alive.

Getting too much email bogs me down but at least I know I
have friends who are thinking of me.