Count Your Blessings Poem by Frank Avon

Count Your Blessings

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Every single day
just before midnight
make yourself a list,
at least five each day.

a strand of music that haunts you
an email you weren't expecting
soup and salad at the Bistro
your terrier waiting at the door
a warm body, a warm blanket

Count your blessings,
name them one by one.

Some weeds turn out to be wildflowers,
some scrubby bushes blossom profusely,
some simple, green foliage of summer
bursts into berries by the autumnal equinox,
elegant and enduring.

Take a day, a simple day.
Let it be hallowed
by its simplicity.
Just make yourself a list.

Friday, August 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: days
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In my old age (would that I had learned sooner) , I follow this regimen carefully. Everyday a list of five blessings of the day. I don't let myself repeat during a month (otherwise, my wife would be one of the five every day, and my children another) . I don't elaborate or discuss or go into great detail. Coming up with five is never difficult; limiting myself to five. Nothing negative is permitted; except I do allow myself a black box when I must (the death of a friend or a national hero, a national crisis) : to omit such momentous concerns would falsify and sentimentalize my efforts. On the first and fifteenth of every month, I do back three months and read the entries for 15 or 16 days, clarifying when I need to, enjoying the memories. Every once in a while, I go back a year (or longer) .
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