Favorites Poem by Jim Yerman

Deborah has a host of favorites in her life...so many from which to choose
Favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite houses...favorite shoes.

Favorite authors, favorite actors, favorite places...things to cook
Favorite music, favorite movies, favorite animals...favorite books.

I used to kid her about the word favorite, after all the word means paramount
Yet she has so many favorites, I believe I have lost count.

But the more I’ve watched her over the years finding favorites all along
The more I think that she is right and I have been all wrong.

Yes I have teased her fickleness of favorites but now I see it’s she whose wise
As she observes the world around us through wide and innocent eyes.

Again I’m reminded as we travel the road of life, as we somehow muddle through it
It’s not only important what we see, but how we choose to view it.

How wonderful it is for her...how extraordinarily rare
To go through life, to look around and find favorites everywhere.

Imagine the anticipation...the excitement you feel along the way
If you know in the morning when you wake this could be your favorite day.

Imagine if you were open to it...if you were so inclined
All the miracles you’d discover...all the favorites you might find.

If you can find favorites in the moment...in what that moment has comprised
You are continually amazed at life and constantly surprised.

You’d fall asleep at night contented, happy, thankful....and then
You’d wake up in the morning and start all over again.

So the next time she picks a favorite...I have no reason to tease or doubt her
Because having so many favorites...is one of my favorite things about her.