A Grain of Gratitude

There are those who were here before us.
There are those people on whose shoulders we climbed on or ride on to look into the future.
It's possible we still walk under the shadow of their magnanimity or effect.

Today, I remember in a special way our parents, grandparents, the traditional birth attendants, midwives, and everyone who ensured our safe arrival here.

Can we recall our aunties, uncles, siblings, and neighbours or anyone who supported our parents to care for us when we were kids?

Can we also recount the experiences we had with our teachers, mentors, and those who even went the extra mile for us?

To the various caregivers and everyone who spotted the qualities in us and decided to support in a way, you are not forgotten.

In the spaces of our linkages expressed in the dynamic ships of our bonds and in our various communities, the individuals involved deserve our gratitude.

To those silent special individuals, (often known and unknown to us), who constantly pray for us;

And to those who believe in us and look up to us, we are grateful to the Most High for making our paths cross again.

In the falls and rise of the waves and in the subtle motions in these moments, we remember those our critics, and our no-nonsense comrades.

We remember the challenge our enemies known and the unknown gives us to stand on our toes to make progress.

Thanks for your efforts to still Care.
Thanks for being you.
Greetings
©KYB ✍🏿 06/11/19