Litany Imitaion

You are the coffee and the cup,
the waffle cone and the ice cream.
You are the pumpkins in the patch
and the falling snow in the sky.
You are the irrigation boots on the rancher,
and the white tail deer prancing in the field.

However, you are not the lightning in the mountains,

the tea cups at tea time,
or the picture in the frame.
And you are certainly not the fresh baked pie.
There is just no way that you are fresh baked pie.

It is possible that you are the leader of the pack,
maybe even the original founder,
but you are not even close
to being just the face in the crowd.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the coat in the closet
nor the tractor in the shed.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of the jump rope on the driveway.

I also happen to be the stamp on the envelope,
the feathers in the pillow
and the text message in your inbox.

I am also the fire blaze in the pit
and the radio in the car.
But don't worry, I'm not the coffee and the cup.
You are still the coffee and the cup.
You will always be the coffee and the cup,
not to mention the waffle cone and--somehow—the ice cream.

I focused this poem on my grandpa because he is always there for me and my family.  He does everything he can for me and I am so grateful and blessed to have him as my grandfather.