Thursday, October 2, 2014

Counting my Blessings

This is my poem for #OctPoWriMo day 2. The prompt is the word (or the number) 2 (to, too). It is not my strongest effort, but I'm still proud of it.  Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 2, 2014

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.



3 comments:

  1. Awww...what a sweet poem. Thanks for linking up at OctPoWriMo!

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  2. Thank you, Tamara. I really appreciate your visit to my site!

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