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
or my 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 else 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.


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