Gratitude

BEAUTIFULLY POWERFUL

I have a friend
She is awesome
She can amaze, and make
One’s day
At no charge
But by just the calling of her name…

There was a time
When this friend of mine
Was estranged
From me…
I did not know it then
But I missed her dearly!

She was and always has been
Beside my own self
Quiet and waiting
For me to speak her name
Meaningfully…
This I did, though only casually…

I spoke her name as if it were
Just another word or two
It never brought me real joy
When I said ‘Thanks’ or ‘Thank you’…

I often heard many others
And how  they gushed joyously
When they
Said my friend’s name…

It would strike me as odd
That I felt not the same…

I also wondered rather irritably
How could others be good friends
With my friend?
She was my friend, mine, my very own
Wasn’t she?

I let this thoughtful question
Slip out loud
And she heard it…
In answer she said very simply,

“Call on me with sincere feeling

And to you I shall give reasons to smile
I merely am Acknowledgement
To every good thing in your life!”

I understood my wrong
Accepting my friend’s wise words
From deep in my heart
I summoned her
To the forefront of my everyday life…

Gratitude
This is her heroic name
Beautifully powerful
Simply and marvelously weaved
In my life, by my side she
Now forever, stays!

                                                   FREDERIKA MENEZES