FAVORITES

I wrote this poem a few years ago…put together all the rhymes….

With a few updates I’m bringing it back…because it’s a favorite poem of mine.

She has a host of favorites in her life...so many favorites from which to choose

Favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite houses...favorite shoes.

Favorite authors, favorite actors, favorite places...things to cook

Favorite music, favorite movies, favorite animals...favorite books.

I used to kid her because, God love her, she has this quirky knack

of changing favorites so often…I’m often losing track.

But the more I’ve watched her over the years finding favorites all along

The more I think that she is right and it’s me who has been wrong.

As she observes the world around us through wide and innocent eyes.

I have teased her revolving door of favorites but now I see…it’s she who’s wise

For I’m reminded as we travel the road of life, as we somehow muddle through it

It’s not only important what we see, but how we choose to view it.

How wonderful it is for her...how extraordinarily rare

to go through life, to look around…and find favorites everywhere.

Imagine the anticipation...the excitement you would feel along the way

If you know in the morning when you wake up…this could be your favorite day.

Imagine if you were open to it...if you were so inclined

all the miracles you’d discover...all the favorites you might find.

If you can find favorites in the moment...in what that moment has comprised

then you are continually amazed at life…and constantly surprised.

You’d fall asleep at night contented, happy, thankful....and then

You’d wake up in the morning and start all over again.

So the next time she picks a favorite...I have no reason to tease or doubt her

Because having so many favorites…

is one of my favorite things about her.