With A Glass Raised Poem by Susan Lacovara

The eternal optimist,
cup overflowing
at times, teary-eye,
behind my rose colored glasses,
I, with glass raised,
toast to this day,
and the undeniable bounty
of a poor girl's blessings
that are, for me, abundant
and acquired, with great appreciation

That I should be wise enough
to see each dawn, a Thanksgiving,
each shared simple meal, a feast
that feeds the hardest of hearts,
every kind gesture, an opportunity,
strengthening that, which braids us,
into the village of voices heard
above the volume of vices
so often picked through,
like a last minute rummage sale...


Glad for the traditional reminder
that to belong, one must be willing
to let love, and lessons, flow freely
and evolve in the spirit of acceptance,
tolerance and understanding
Offering each other
a space all their own
where bridges are built, never burned
so that the road home
is always easily navigated
And once there, a reason to rejoice,
With a glass raised...cheers,
Slainte
PEACE and PLENTY