The first day of Spring may have held to cold, and shiver. Still with a thin layer of white on the Earth, and it gave me a blossom in my heart.
His gift was generous, caring, from the heart
Not even a chance to decline it, fuss over it,
Give a thank you in the moment of receiving.
I didn’t see it at first, laying on the counter
Waiting for me to let my eyes spill in the
unexpected heart race of gratitude.
A moment of gasp and shutter holding it.
I raised it up over my head like a cheer,
A celebration, an honor salute, a hail,
A thank you to the hero that gifted me.
Pulling it down to my gut, clutching it
As if it might be caught in the wind
Or maybe I needed to feel it deeply.
I let the gratitude fill me up,
A cherished moment forever
A gift for my well-being
In 20 years of service