My eyes constantly seek
the rainbow of my dreams
and I sometimes fail
to be grateful for raindrops
that keeps my hope alive

Yes, my scars shape me
Today, I have learnt to cover
it with fabric made of hope,
faith, perseverance, and
determination. For this,
I am grateful to life

Your exuberance, passion,
mesmerizing voice,
animated actions,
and eyes full of dreams
captured my attention
so completely,
that I didn't feel
the bitter taste of coffee

The pull of lingering dreams,
the strong, bitter taste
of morning coffee,
the ticking clock,
and horn of awaiting bus
form a powerful combination
to kick-start the day

Sometimes the most beautiful of things will emerge right in front of your eyes...Give Thanks

A sprinkle of magic, a ton of fun, a heap of optimism, a lot of joy, a glimmer of hope – ’tis the gift of the Happy Rosy Day gratitude journal.