These days

are alive days

are my days

to celebrate being alive.

These days

are my anniversary days.

Sixteen years

past cancer diagnosis.

Sixteen years

of raising my children

of loving my children

of scribbling in notebooks.

Sixteen years.

I fall down on

the ground

and kiss the December earth,

I shout hosanna and alleluia

to the stars and the night sky.

These days

are my days

to be grateful.

© Pam Roberts

December 3, 2009