Attitude Of Gratitude

Past the sorrow of losing my service dog, Ladron, past the rapidly increasing infirmity of cancer (Barb needed to replace a ceiling fan, and I can no longer climb a ladder to help...but I COULD read her the directions), one still needs to cultivate the Attitude of Gratitude.

So, this is for Barb, with love.

She walks like a happy camel,

has the style of Superfly;

hair is cut like skater, Hamill,

soft brown eyes for which to die.

She can raise your spirit higher,

just like falling off a log,

when she sings in the church choir,

sounding like Kermit the Frog.

As caregiver she's a collie

faced with some unruly sheep,

but remaining ever jolly

'fore dawn when she'd prefer to sleep,

and as accountant (more than grace and looks),

she can really cook the ledger books!

Now don't you wish YOU had married a poet?

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is CHANCE.

Another one for Barb.

If you had another chance,

a second try at What To Do,

would you change things to enhance

the life of years that you'd walk through?

For my part I am truly blessed,

but as a spouse I think I've failed,

lost the paper for the test,

and I'm just glad you haven't bailed.

Every court must have a jester,

and daily, here, I am class clown,

but in despair, regrets do fester,

and cancer's got me feeling down,

but then your smile shines through our pain

to say you'd do it all again.

Five minutes, just barely.

Music from the OC Supertones, with "Superfly".

Sylvia wonders if she can eat ice cream while rolling her eyes.