Gratitude

Big Frank awoke this morning, this Friday morning, with thoughts of thanks. There is so much to be thankful for and from this sense of gratitude hope is born. From this happiness comes the sense that "it will turn out to have been all right" - all right for family, all right for friends, and all right for Big Frank. Below is a poem by David Ray that captures this well via his memory of the words of Robert Frost.

Thanks, Robert Frost

Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought...
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.

---- David Ray