Grace: a poem

I just discovered this poem that Marilyn wrote a number of years ago. It seemed appropriate for this time of year.

Grace

Planted me a garden once.
Corn, tomatoes, the usual.

Didn't weed and didn't water,
but the sun shone and the rain rained,
and I had a little corn and a few tomatoes
and some of the usual anyhow.

And some marigolds
that came up, unasked.

Isn't it fortunate
that we don't always get
what we deserve?

– Marilyn Graves Kimple