welcome back
this is how my art is going to work:
i am going to at first show you the piece of art, whether it be poem, drawing, or song.
then, i will explain what is going on in my life, risky, i know, and explain how i am using this poem to convey that.  without further ado, i bring you:

Grace

Mothers, Lovers
lonely Beggars crossing

red trees, dead leaves
roadkill Carcass rotting

diluted browns, sweater soft
neatly adorned street-side cross

grey skies, doe eyes
night falls and summer dies

yet

warm fire, warm skin
open door to let me in

large appetite, large feast
big enough to sate the beast

black suit, black tie
smothered in Mom’s apple pie

and in this moment, I find life
passing you the butter knife

despite the greedy gears life cranks
you take the knife and tell me

 

inspiration:

 

i had someone thank me for complimenting them, and remembering the exact compliment verbatim three days later.  that put into perspective how much being grateful can mean to someone, especially if it’s something they really care about.  

Jamie’s Monday Moral:

be grateful and sincere to those who go out of their way for you, and you will find yourself an even happier person.