Figuring out the littler things to be grateful for. Now we have more light, thanks to my Beloved.
My Beloved replaced
All the burned-out lightbulbs.
It is amazing
What comes clear
With more light.
I know
Not so amazing
Really.
Still
With feet that barely work
I couldn’t do it.
I am grateful
As I watch him
On the ladder.
Grateful
I tell you
Even as I know
This is an odd topic
For a poem.
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