My Attic's Full Of Thank You's Poem by Francie Lynch

My attic's full
Of Thank You's
That can't keep out
The cold,
But rafters
Hang with laughter
To warm me
When I'm old.

My basement's full
Of Pleases,
Poor fuel for the furnace,
But air vents
Carry welcomes,
To keep us cool
Or warm us.

The shed is shelved
With Ifs and Buts,
And jars of
Maybe bolts;
The fasteners
Of family ties;
The glues
Of hearts and souls.

Search the garage,
Open the cupboards,
Lift the sideboard;
Step into the closets,
Check under stairs,
Those little words
Are everywhere.
We use them freely,
Need them dearly,
They make us
Feel so good.