Gratitude is like a gift. It could be meaningful and small. It could be large and feel insignificant to another. It could be right in the middle where it is just enough for both ends to forget and move on…
You may give and receive gratitude in your lifetime.
Sometimes, “Thank you” is given as a spoken response.
Sometimes in the form of a card, hand-decorated or color-sorted by slanted shelves.
Sometimes it is the one that reflects a resolve, partially or completely.
Sometimes it is given in the roaring applause or quiet snaps and hoots.
Sometimes it is the look in someone’s eyes that nothing else can explain.
Sometimes it is held in the closing of a hug or the shake between two hands.
Sometimes it feels like something else.
Sometimes it is glanced over like crumpled paper on the street.
Sometimes it comes with some heat to it, stinging like the scent of sea water in the cool air.
Sometimes it feels cold, like a snow-covered doormat when all the lights are off in the house.
Sometimes it is the missing piece in someone’s fragmented heart.
Sometimes it is the start of something better or worse.
Sometimes it is the steps in the routine repeated day after day.
Sometimes it is the eyes of someone who feels stuck in time.
Sometimes it is the word of the world.
Sometimes I hope it means something to you
And this something– and I truly mean it –
Is my Thank You.
(Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it :). )
