Here is my poem of gratitude.
the physical heart, couer, courage.
You handed me the reins of life, love, and fun.
nay to pain, hurt, confusion, strain,
nay to all that happened that I did not, could not,
and may never understand.
encompassed in a canyon
bound with ferns.
go round and round,
dizzy, at times, in letting go
of what struck us unaware,
trusting now the saddle you place on the horse for us,
the line we guide,
the stool set there for each one of us,
to climb on and off
the patience you provide.
the hooves we clean, the touch of love entwined
in a ring of care.
privately formed,
openly shared.