Things I Love–A New Poem

I love sitting in my recliner,
watching the little birds flutter by
outside, eating from the birdfeeder
hanging outside my window.

I love watching the kamakaze squirrel,
finding a way, always, to do magnificent
flips and jumps to get to the birdfeeder,
to steal and eat the seed meant for
the birds. (He is impressive!)

I love sunshine,
how it lights up the world,
and leaves a sense of optimism
and a beautiful smell
in everything it touches.

I love people who are kind,
who are compassionate and caring.

I love people who aren’t afraid
to touch others with their presence,
with their love and care.
Touch is so healing.

I love how water is the most important
thing we can ingest.
It is so simple and plain and yet,
we can only live three days without it.

I love the simple things in life.
I love hugs, baby toothless grins,
flowers, rain, and old dogs who
are loyal and follow me around the
house, just wanting to be near me.

I love the smell of mown grass.
I love the yardful of golden
dandelions that pop up every spring,
and stay to visit all through the
summer days and nights.

I love conversations with family,
friends, and strangers,
in person, where I can watch
their eyes and their faces
further communicate all they
try to say with words coming
from their lips.

I love that we never know
all there is to know about
love and life.

I love how just when I’m feeling
jaded and cynical,
God sends an everyday miracle
for me to observe and I
feel inspired by the simple
kindness and compassion of people
around me.

I love God.
I love people.
I love life!!

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/25/17

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