GRATITUDE

GRATITUDE

It's little things I'm thankful for
that babies don't come by the score
That fruit trees don't
bear all one day
that some things for next week can stay.

I'm glad there's
night between each day
And summer work's a year away.
The cold of winter lasts a while
So I can face it with a smile.

I'm glad the sky is blue, not gray,
And I like rain, but not to stay;
And I love babies when they come.
But I'm glad to have them one by one.