Heather P Wilson
Counting My Blessings
The beauty, the pleasure
From each day that I live,
The love I receive
And much more I can give.

Enjoying a flower
Be it hybrid or wild,
Hearing the laughter
Of an excited small child.

The freedom to wander
Then express how I feel,
Clean water on tap
Enough food every meal.

Good friends and neighbours
Their company to share,
If I knocked on their door
Always a welcome to spare.

My basics of life
Each day for granted I take
Without heartbreaking effort
That I have to make.

Things sadly overlooked
As I`ve travelled my way
That I`m making an effort
To remember today.