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.