Great is the Morning

Thank thee oh dear love
For the greatest you have gave
Little ole’ sweet me.

Great is the morning
When the little birds flutter
So I say a pray’r

for a house so warm
freedom to follow my dreams
enjoying the sun?

It’s the little things
I need to remember when
everything seems lost

I count my blessings, numbering each one that saves me from despair.
When I run out of numbers I start again
And each time I’m led right back to you.

Thank you my mother
You’ve been there like forever
Thus life is better

to breath oxygen
to feelsalty waves crashing
life is always grand

Honest reflection
On what I have versus don’t
I’m deeply grateful

Exquisite Corpse was hosted by Author’s Lounge at the End of the Universe