Gratitude is a state of grace,
which when multiplied gives generously.
Nan showed me this
always giving out of her abundance.
Not as much to her family,
but always outside her door.
Meals, cards, homemade
cookies hidden in the jar.
Smiles, thanks, even in a
place you foreign, the nursing home.
Aunt Bea, we knew it was bad
when she was mean, she is never.
And then a last grace,
surprise reading, how, where, nana.
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