A Poem of Appreciation

by Tenneson Woolf

In the end, 
I suppose,
it is just good 
to be with 
good people,

to be blessed
with their presence,
their gifts,
their kindness,
their interests,

and to experience
for a moment,
a kind of togetherness,
be that for a mere few breaths,
or a longer encounter of days,

so that maybe,
any of us,
might also 
be that blessing
with others.

There is life
in the connecting,
just as there is
life also
in the parting.