I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic.
I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go.
Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired.
Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words, For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories.
A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt.