Draft in the author’s style. This poem was written for Poet of Uplift to sit beside the author’s own readings, and is waiting for the author’s review. The commentary is a working draft too.
I opened up my window, and the morning breeze rushed in,
With the scent of jasmine flowers and the bird's first happy din.
I said a little thank you for the roof above my head,
For the water in the pitcher, and the softness of my bed.
I thanked the sun for rising, and the hands that baked the bread,
And the friends who called last evening and the words that they had said.
I thanked the stumbling lessons and the ones who made me cry,
For the strength I got from sorrow, and the wisdom by and by.
The list grew long as morning, and my heart began to sing,
For a thankful mind discovers that each day's a precious thing.
So start your day with thanking, and your troubles will grow small,
For gratitude's the doorway to the joy that's in it all.
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Commentary
Thanks can be the first thing a person says in the day. This poem lets the morning breeze in and follows a growing list of small blessings.
“I opened up my window, and the morning breeze rushed in, with the scent of jasmine flowers.” The speaker says “a little thank you for the roof above my head,” for “the water in the pitcher,” and for “the hands that baked the bread.” Even “the stumbling lessons and the ones who made me cry” are thanked.
“The list grew long as morning, and my heart began to sing.” The poem concludes that “a thankful mind discovers that each day’s a precious thing.” It advises, “start your day with thanking, and your troubles will grow small.”