HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
grateful for tiny things
a baby’s sleeping breath
a drowsy dog that climbs gingerly into a lap
late afternoon light that falls across a quiet floor
a distant whistle floating from the park
smell of roasted garlic filling my kitchen
a slow afternoon
©draft, Patricia J. Franz
November 22, 2022
Thank you to Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town for hosting the Poetry Friday Round up!
Patricia Franz writes picture books and poetry. She believes children, dogs, and sourdough have a lot to teach us about life, joy, and wonder. She has raised two boys, four dogs, and holds a master’s degree in Theology with a focus on children’s spirituality. Patricia, her husband, her Bernese Mountain dog, Bonny, and her sourdough starter split their time between the Arizona desert and the Sierra Nevada mountains. 
Look at that precious little one! I hope you were able to soak up lots of time together!
Precious! Tiny wonder.
Tiny things, yes–may we notice and notice and give gratitude!
Oh, congratulations! What a beautiful, beautiful tiny thing…and the dog on the lap, too.
That’s lovely, Patricia. Such sweet noticings. And that whistle–with no idea who’s making it and yet some evidence of other people playing, experiencing (hopefully) joy–that calls to me especially!