Glorious Groceries- a poem

Here I go shopping with my baby and my list.

Hope I get home again before a nap is missed.

Longing for a special task like buying clothes or drinks.

But pretty soon I realize that my attitude kind of stinks.

The food is fresh and plenty, an abundance I can afford.

Colours, scents and flavours, I am no longer bored.

I pull up to the checkout and the cashier begins to smile.

“Oh what a beautiful baby!” She gushes for a while.

My heart is lifted higher

as I see the mighty power

of Thanksgiving in every task

be it fabulous or small.

Maybe grocery shopping can be glorious afterall!

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