Back to the poem at hand! This first poem is a definite draft of a list poem, a poem about blessings; things, people, experiences that make up my life: the good and the bad. Yes, I said "bad". By this I mean things that seem bad on the surface but have a blessing that lies just beneath. Weall have them, and we may not be ready to recognize them as blessings yet. But they are there. We just have to dig deep to find it.
I still have to round out the stanzas some more and give a more definitive finality to the piece. But this should give a taste of what is to come once it is more filled out.
Poem of Blessings
I am
blessed
In my
return to the house I grew
up in,
with old plumbing and a fallen
carport
roof that lets in rain,
I am
blessed with a place to sleep
I am
blessed
In my
only job, part-time, a teacher’s
aide
who tutors dyslexic children
I am
blessed with biweekly pay
I am
blessed
In being
an only child, who had
grade
school and college companions
I am
blessed with lifelong friends
I am
blessed
With parents,
proud and stubborn
Who taught
me service and faith
I am
blessed with family
I am
blessed
With talent,
artful and poetic;
Instilled
With a love of culture,
I am blessed
with art and words