A Blessed Woman

I am a woman
who does not kneel
by a child’s deathbed
or live in a refugee camp
or a war zone
in a shack made of garbage bags.

I am blessed with a kitchen floor that
needs to be mopped
beds to make
clothes to iron
all surprising grace
wondering why
I am so blessed.

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2 Responses to A Blessed Woman

  1. Some people need to be reminded of that

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