I am thankful for the one
Who tucked me into bed
With a book and a good night kiss
I am thankful for the one
Who tolerated my rambling
When it was still tasteless fizz.
I am thankful for the ones
Who pushed me to take a up a
pen
And stain the pages with said fizz.
I am thankful for the ones
Who later, inspired me to soak my toes
Into digital ink, with their successful stories.
I am thankful for the one
Who spins both wise words
Like gold, but calls it yellow cheese.
I am thankful for the one
Who built a museum of rhymes
With her love for storms, nights and roses.
I am thankful for the ones
Who drool over fictional men
And share my violent tendencies
Who I have come to call
My merry band of crazies.
I am thankful for those
Who make time to read, vote and comment on my poetry
And those who have me enthralled with their own stories.
I am thankful for all those
Who I have had a chance to know
And who gave me their company,
Even though for the littlest while,
On this crazy, orange-world journey.
~*~
A/N: So, I felt I should do something nice for you guys as I recently crossed the 100 followers mark. I am not very good at emotional stuff that is personal and directly related to me. So, this is one is pretty raw and doesn't have any deep metaphors or fancy words, but all my gratitude is truly heartfelt :)
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