Gratitude is the toothless smile that accompanied my grandfather’s “thank you bachcha ” when I reached his cup of tea to him, spilling half of it in saucer, in babyish clumsiness.
Gratitude is the upturned face of a farmer , allowing fat rain drops to wash over, after a parched summer.
Gratitude is a finicky teenager , heartily tucking into a previously denounced meal of boiled peas.
Gratitude is a live saving skill, used adroitly , to pull some one ,from the very jaws of annihilation.
Gratitude is your child urging you to finish your soup, and to “be strong, mama.”
Gratitude is the first ray of a brilliant sunshine , after hours of thick,grey fog.
Gratitude is the upturned face of a farmer , allowing fat rain drops to wash over, after a parched summer.
Gratitude is a finicky teenager , heartily tucking into a previously denounced meal of boiled peas.
Gratitude is a live saving skill, used adroitly , to pull some one ,from the very jaws of annihilation.
Gratitude is your child urging you to finish your soup, and to “be strong, mama.”
Gratitude is the first ray of a brilliant sunshine , after hours of thick,grey fog.
Beautiful expression.
ReplyDelete