I woke up this morning

It’s not a given

But it is a good thing to do

I stretched and listened

To morning radio

Made veggies and eggs

And I got some work done

And I thought about this coming Saturday

And planned for some of the fun

And I reminisced

Felt the sadness for those I miss

And smiled for all I know

And I am grateful for August rain

Sometimes it helps to ease the pain

As flowers grow older and die

I am grateful for my tray of paints

I’m grateful for Santa Monica saints