Thanksgivings befall as autumn descends like another birth anniversary. Grace sits next to me, and I harken . . .
gratitude sounds like
the bedsheets that ruffle
as i turn over to snuggle with my partner
gratitude echoes in our conversations
right before dreamtime
as we wait longingly
to parent the faceless child in our hearts
gratitude croons a golden standard
every moment i gaze in adoration
of my most loved love