A Picnic Basket for a Happy Day
Today is a perfect fall day –
not too warm,
not too chilly.
I drag the picnic basket out of the garage.
I carefully place inside
all the ingredients for a happy day –
appreciation of nature’s gifts,
tolerance for insects and annoyances,
laughter as round and bright as sunshine,
a bundle of
love,
play,
wonder,
and fun.
When we head home,
the basket will be empty
except for memories we’ll unpack
in the dark cold of wintertime.
not too warm,
not too chilly.
I drag the picnic basket out of the garage.
I carefully place inside
all the ingredients for a happy day –
appreciation of nature’s gifts,
tolerance for insects and annoyances,
laughter as round and bright as sunshine,
a bundle of
love,
play,
wonder,
and fun.
When we head home,
the basket will be empty
except for memories we’ll unpack
in the dark cold of wintertime.
This poem is copyright (©) Theresa Gaughan 2024
About the Writer
Theresa Gaughan
Theresa is a third-grade teacher living in Knoxville, Tennessee. She is an avid reader and has a very extensive collection of children's books. The first poem she ever shared with others was written in fourth-grade. It was titled, I Have to Pay Attention. Her teacher asked her to make it into a poster that she later displayed in the hallway. Ms. Gaughan has no memory of the lesson that she missed while writing the poem.
