I Am Grateful
“Magik is neither black nor white for nature is the balance of both.”
I am grateful for my life,
I am grateful for my home.
I am grateful for my son
And never living alone.
I am thankful for the air,
That comes from the trees.
To the earth beneath my feet,
To that of the raging seas.
(Repeat two more times)
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About the Creator
Rosie J. Sargent
Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.
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Beautiful!!! Wonderfully written!!!
Your son is beautiful Happy smiling He gives so much Joy beautiful poem! 💓