Lesson In Gratitude Poem by Kristina Jordan

Every day I would look at our house
Falling apart I would always say
Every day I would walk down a little dirt road
The most perfect little house
Pale yellow, a white picket fence
Some thing straight out of a fairy tale
Flowers everywhere the eyes could see
I would always wish I lived there
So perfect
Every day I walk by this house
Dreaming of how wonderful the owners lives must be
Imagining my life in the most perfect house
I had truly never seen such a beautiful home
I thought if we lived there our lives would be perfect
Months went by
Everyday I dreamed
One peticular day as I was walking
Right passed the house
Where my jealousy lie
Right before my eyes I could not believe the sight
Police cars, abulances, a huge crowd surrounding the house
I later learned the truth of what lie behind what I thought was the perfect life
It seemed the man of the house
Kept his wife and child locked inside
This perfect life for me was a night mare for them
They were kept in the basement,
Hardly any food or drink given them
They were locked up for almost a year
Beaten regularly
Betrayed by a man they loved
As soon as I knew what sinister evil was there
I hugged my husband and cried
I said to him, what took two people's misery to show me
I would rather live in shambles, with peace and happiness on the inside
Then in perfection, with nothing but pain and turmoil inside
Neadless to say I have never been more content in all my life