I Count My Blessings

It's true, I count my blessings every day
and have done since the agent said he'd found
this dear old house with iron lace around
a gabled porch. Yes, everything's the way
I'd hoped my home would be – it's far the best
of all the older houses in the street.
It's all I need to make my life complete…
although my doctor says I need more rest.

By night my house is full of whispered sounds,
and I can't bear to stand where new bricks pave
the kitchen floor – although the agent gave
good reasons for the work. My poor heart pounds,
until I count my blessings, so I do;
in bed I count and count, the whole night through.