I am grateful for legs that bend and stretch,
for hands that reach out to hold,
for the things I touch and
that touch me.

The gifts are bountiful; the sweet air I breathe,
the sunlight that shines the greens I see, then feel,
the eagles looking down from unending sky,
and living waters that never tire of kissing the shore.

My mom, my aunt, my friends, my gentle man.
All my love, my beating heart.
Your smile.
And at long last, myself.

- Patrick Lui