Mantra of Gratitude

If girls stop smiling
At the malls on Saturday,
If beautiful cats on porches
And window sills
Suddenly disappear,
If orchestral music is never heard again
In concert halls among special friends,
If someone removes
My lovely Emily Dickinson;
Then I’ll sit down quite calmly
And peacefully meditate a mantra of gratitude
For the amount of time I knew these things.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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