In Quiet Moments
A Quiet Poem of Gratitude
Every day brings graces.- Michelle Liew
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Hot chocolate on my lips,
Bread rising in the oven-
Thanks for each fresh bite.
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The old house stands tall,
Hard roof passes test of time-
Floors hold aged thanks.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (5)
Loved it, especially “aged thanks”!
Unique and well-penned!
A cozy feeling - warm bread and chocolate - a comforting poem 💕
Yes! These are the things that ground us. Be grateful for the security that the small things provide. Loved this, Michelle!
Omgggg I want that hot chocolate and bread hehehehehe. Loved your poem!