I actually enjoy being me

I actually enjoy being me

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld

You can’t even  imagine how dire it would be 
if by chance or by choice your child ends up like me 
and I’m smiling and thinking of all that I am 
and I’m counting my blessings rejoicing at length 
in my awesome adventure on a wondrous path 
in the things that I learned and created with that 
in the people I met who enjoyed knowing me 
in the worlds I imagine to set my mind free 
in the words I unravel like pearls on a string 
in the luck and the love and the joy that I bring, 
in the fact that I’m different from somebody else
in the feelings and thoughts that I get to express 
in the love in my soul, in the things I believe, 
in the choices I make, in the visions I live 
in the life that I lead and I’m free to uphold 
in the fact that I’m here to experience it all
even out on the street and with nothing to eat 
being me is a privilege, a grace and a gift.

© 2017 Francis Rosenfeld


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Let there be more such hymns to gratitude. It might help offset the ocean of gripes. Good work

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Francis Rosenfeld
Francis Rosenfeld

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Francis Rosenfeld has published ten novels: Terra Two, Generations, Letters to Lelia, The Plant - A Steampunk Story, Door Number Eight, Fair, A Year and A Day, Mobius' Code, Between Mirrors and The Bl.. more..

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