the light and the air are the same;
their touch on my skin is familiar.
clouds hang in the sky and my lungs.
my future is open forever.
i’ve got boots to use in snow and rain,
a couple coats to hug me;
umbrellas to shelter
and collars to pop.
these things, they are small,
they are simple.
they aren’t worth much, that’s true
but these are the things
for which
i
am thankful
and to
me
they mean a
a shared sandwich between two,
a shared laugh’s even better.
i’ll add as many as
i can to the room that’s my heart
because we hold the roof and walls together.
knock twice,
i’ll let you in.
smile once,
i’m in love.
but if you came in with a frown,
feeling down, down, down,
i‘ve got two shoulders to lend to you.
my own tears have fallen but
i use them to water my garden.
you can pick every flower; set them high in your lonely tower.
my darling, you come can come down when you need.
these things, they are small,
they are simple.
they aren’t worth much, that’s true
but these are the things
for which
i am thankful
and to
me
they mean a-
you’ve crashed airplanes,
i’ve lost diamonds and
ripped my favorite shirt in half.
i sport bruises and scars
and yet
i possess more than
for what
i could’ve asked.
i have you and you and you,
even a few who watch over me
and without you,
i wouldn’t be
who i am today: that’s me.
i am so different; not so different
because your patience upheld me so.
God gave me you to love
and you to love me;
to tell me when
i’m
dumb,
beautiful,
inconsiderate,
radiant.
really, everything in-between.
these things, they are small,
they are simple.
they aren’t worth much, that’s true
but these are the things
for which
i am thankful
and to
me
they mean a
these things, they are small,
they are simple.
they aren’t worth much, that’s true
but these are the things
for which
i am thankful
and to
me
they mean a
lot.
