a few bites into the meal.
Mama, we didn't say the blessing.
And you know, I'm one who prays at dinner,
but not at breakfast or lunch.
And so, my youngest,
her eyes squeezed tight shut,
her hands clasped together fervently,
she bows her head and lifts her voice,
to the Father in Heaven that she knows hears her.
And after the amen, she asks so sweetly,
some food still in her mouth,
Mama, doesn't your food taste better now?
And I say, in reply,
Doesn't everything taste better when we give thanks for what we have?
If only I could live this out every day,
being thankful in every circumstance.
But often I grumble, looking at what I don't have.
At times like these, I'm thankful
for the words that come forth from the mouth of my babe,
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