I’m trying a different poem style this week. It’s challenging to rhyme after writing so much free verse poetry! It’s a different kind of week, kids home from school, extra time in the kitchen, gatherings with extended family. I’m grateful for each of you in the @jesusmyfavoritesubject family. Thank you for seeing me, and allowing me to see you.

November

In this month of gratitude
I struggle with a bad-itude.
I do not love this ugly mood
Or how my heart feels misconstrued.

My kids are not a quiet brood.
Today their antics light my fuse.
My inner peace they now intrude
Until I beg for solitude.

I am allowed disquietude,
But I’m not victim of my mood.
It’s likely this month will include
Both thoughtless acts and moments shrewd.

So I will eat Thanksgiving food,
Refrain from being trite or rude;
When we give thanks I will include
Some words of sincere gratitude.

Grace is not a platitude
And Love is wide in magnitude.
Here I belong, so I conclude
There’s latitude for attitude.