Praise my window bringing in morning light
And the click of the door when I open it
Praise my soft pillow
The radio with its chime of voices to help me wake up
Praise the cup of tea
The warmth heating the palms of my hands

Praise the silence
My mother’s chatter on the phone
Praise the music
Filling up my room with sound

Praise the cookie jar
A solid holder of sweets
The sky with shifting clouds
And the package from a place far away
Finally landing by the door

After the day is done
And the doors are closed shut
After my mother and I eat dinner
After I read on my bed until I close my eyes
Praise comes for another day

– Annie Yu

This poem is featured in the exhibition This Place Called Poetry.