Writing in Snow

Friday Poem and Gratitude List

Istiqlál (Independence)), 7 Qawl (Speech) 176 B.E. - Friday, November 29, 2019

Comfort Rain1

The pitter-patter of raindrops
on the cement outside my front door
takes me back to my childhood.

Walking home from school in the rain,
wrapping my books in my coat so they won't get wet,
jumping in every puddle on my way home,
and soaking myself to the bone.

When I got home
my mother had me take off my wet clothes
wrapped me in Grandma's patchwork quilt
(the one that always smelled like moth balls),
fixed me a cup of hot chocolate--
with whole meilk and real Hershey© chocolate--
gave me a hot bath,
and put me to bed.

Never mind that I had homework to do,
the important things was
that I didn't catch my death.

Gratitude List for 7 Qawl

Today I am thankful ...
          ...that my SSI check came in today.
          ...for fresh brewed black coffee on this beautiful November morning.
          ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today.
          ...that I have 484 points in my Survey Junkie account.
          ...that I received an awardicom for "The Brightness and Color of Stars" .
          ...that I received 4 merit badges today.

Facebook Status Update

Seven years ago today
my Mother passed away,
she ascended
into the Abha Paradise
to join the Celestial Concourse.

Footnotes
1  I posted this on Poet 999 - A Butterfly Emerges From Her Cocoon https://poet999.blogspot.com/2019/11/comfort-rain.html.