Appreciation is key.
It can acknowledge the love for different things,
but can be ruined with a crack instantly.
Appreciation is sweet.
It’s the mouth-watering snack at the end of a hard week,
the savory warmth of a fresh pumpkin pie.
Appreciation is blue.
It’s brushing up against your papa while walking beside him,
or enjoying the sun and all the colorful sky hues.
Appreciation is love.
It’s knowing I didn’t eat and giving me food without me asking,
or thinking I’m beautiful without having lust.
Appreciation is gratitude.
It’s the highest of thanks
it means more to me then words can say.
Appreciation should be treasured forever.
Appreciation is whatever you will it to be,
Copyright © Alexandria Heath | Year Posted 2019
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