Poem 001 Thursday, November 28th, 2002 ---------------------------------------- On Thanksgiving, 100 Things --- To me I tell my list of things: My mom and dad and sister and My food and bed and house and My computer and my cds And the cold and the heat and My left eye, right eye, hands, ears, nose, mouth. I add in health and liberty, I write in pride and tenacity, I remember woman's rights; My flowing grace, my graceful looks, But more the grass, trees, sky, sun, stars, To feel and hear and see water And play with friends and with them laugh and cry; To watch an opera, To listen to a symphony, Or to visit a museum Where dwells the finest painted craft And shelters sculpture with fair light, Then I remember, Oh! This list reflects myself. So I must add intelligence and prejudice and ignorance and cruelty and passing time and loneliness and death. - For these things listed make me me; a girl, woman, and a human, for which my thanks is least, for which the truth is most.