A pinch or two of pleasantness,
A brimming cup of smile,
Another pinch of thoughtfulness-
Keep stirring all the while.
The spice of love to mingle through
The mixture as you go;
The laughter of a singing heart
To give the wonder-glow.
A little dash of gratitude,
Another of good will;
A measure of the fortitude
That overcomes the ill.
A spoonful, stirring all the time,
Of romance and of dreams-
Then watch it, as to some old rhyme,
In loveliness, it creams.
What are you making this strange way?
You ask, and I reply;
A perfect life, a perfect day,
A sort of magic pie.
All spiced with tenderness, you see,
And sweetened with desire-
And some for you and some for me
To taste and never tire.
~Anne C. Thuesen