Small But Genuine And Mighty Blessings By Olivia Rose. T Poem by Olivia Rose. T

We chase big dreams, and call them blessings true,
But do we count the small ones, that see us through?
We feel unlucky, and unloved, it's true,
But have we sat down, and counted what we have anew?

We breathe, we see, we hear, we think, we feel,
These basic gifts, that many can't reveal.
A trusted family member, a friend so dear,
Someone to call our own, who wipes away our tear.

Common sense, discernment, and a heart that's bright,
These are blessings, that shine with morning light.
The ability to walk, to run, to dance, to play,
To experience life, in every single way.

We have food on our table, a roof over our head,
Clean water to drink, and a bed to rest our weary head.
We have clothes to wear, and shoes to walk,
Access to education, and a chance to talk.

We have books to read, and knowledge to gain,
The ability to learn, and to grow, to sustain.
We have love in our hearts, and a spirit that's free,
The capacity to forgive, and to let go, to be.

Let's count our blessings, both big and small,
The ones we take for granted, after all.
For every breath we take, every step we make,
Every moment we live, is a blessing to partake.

So let's shift our focus, from what's lacking and rare,
To the abundance we have, and the blessings we share.
Let's cultivate gratitude, and give thanks every day,
For the tiny blessings, that pave our way.

For in the end, it's not what we have, or what we don't.