I saw the excellent play "The Book of Grace" Saturday night and was struck by the main character's effort to keep a book of "evidence of good things " in the world. I've done gratitude lists befor, but this seems a little different, not so much what I'm thankful for but what gives me the strength and encouragement to keep hoping. I don't know how this is going to go, but I'm starting very late, or very early depending on how you see it, with a short list poem from my very good day with family.
Evidence Families Can Work
Liam, two, came into my room tonight to offer a sip
of his prized root beer "Grandma, I want to share with you.
Danny, at twelve, played an hour and a half with his two
year old sister with her doll house so adults could talk.
My grown daughters and I can talk about mistakes I made,
pushing school work to hard, not buyin an erector set,
and each understands the other and no one gets defensive.
Even though their money is tight, Jo and Tracy paid for our lunch.
Chris cooks us dinner most nights, mindful of diets and tastes.
Zachary, eight, cuddled ten minutes on my lap and told me dreams.
KK, fifteen, didn't roll her eyes or say "whatever" all day long.
Joanna and James managed the custody transfer with mutual respect.
Bob loves me. Bob loves me. Bob loves me. Bob loves me.