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 |  More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit. |
| When the dirty dishes pile up in the sink, You interrupt my grumbling and make me think, of how blessed I am to have food to eat, instead of clean plates in cupboards, stacked and neat. When the mailman brings me a handful of bills, that leave nothing left over for fun or frills, You remind me of the howling wind and storm, and I give thanks for the walls that keep me warm. In times of famine and in times of feast, You reach out to bless, not the best, but the least. And so, I say on this day of thanksgiving, Thank you, God, for the blessings I am living. WRitten for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  Week 15 Prompt - image of a thank you note |
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