I can't help but think of
what means the most to me.
My dear supporting wife
or grandkids upon my knee.
My dear old ailing mom
and dad who is the best.
I often thank the Lord
for I think that I was blessed.
My kids whom I miss
grew up and moved away.
I think about them often
each and every day.
I now share my views
in the poems that I write.
I hope that maybe one
can give someone delight.
I'm thankful for my freedom
that many have died to keep.
And when I think of them
I break down and start to weep.
I think about my journeys
all the places that I've been.
Looking for my ancestors
and all my next of kin.
So as I think about this all
and what it means to me.
I thank God for everything
for there was no guarantee. |
