On Gratefulness

Being grateful for my hubby Who loves me even when I’m chubby. Sometimes I don’t feel like cooking But then I get another way of looking: Feeling thankful that I have food to cook, Sensing appreciative that he is the one in my nook, I read his taste like an open book.   There are Fridays when I don’t feel like cleaning, But there I go and add another meaning: I experience gratitude for the place we live in Where our destiny is more than giving. It gave as a place to stay, A flat which sanitize I may, A home which for ever keep I pray.   A heart full of thankfulness …   Take...