I am feeling somewhat ancient and aching all the while
But I always try to manage to show a happy smile.
My God has dealt with me kindly over so many years
He has granted me much joy some without too many tears.
As I recall my life from its beginning to its end
I express my gratitude God has been my special Friend !
I love the sound of children at play
It makes one smile and brightens the day
A little child is a golden gift
And sure to give ones spirit a lift,
With smiles so sweet and a tear or two
Their innocence and sheer trust in you
Gives one the courage to stand up tall
Unselfish and kind loving and all.
I walked outside to catch the breeze
The wind was whipping through the trees
It made a sound that echoed clear
And sent a shiver ear to ear.
I glanced above and saw the skies
They darkened there before my eyes
The clouds were ominous and bold
And in a flash my hands grew cold.
I turned away, I’d had enough
The weather grew both foul and gruff.
It seems to me as I recall
So long ago when I was small
My Nana knew just what to do
To keep me safe from cold or flu.
She’d grab me up and hug me tight
And promise that I’d be alright.
Since no one’s left to take her place
I seldom spot one kindly face
‘Tis sad to think that era’s gone
There’s nought that’s left to wish upon.
Now that I’m sure the magic’s flown
The world I knew became unknown
I sense the rest that used to be
Has now become futility.
A little bit of heaven landed on my window sill
I did by chance observe him resting peaceful and quite still
And to my great surprise he lingered longer than he should
Taking in the view, checking o’er that spot wherein he stood.
I don’t really know if he’d visited with me before
But be assured I gave my word, he’s welcome at my door
If there’s a hope however small, I spoke and he has heard
I want him to know my world’s safe for such a tiny bird !
What job is there that we must do
Before our turn in life is through ?
A gentle thought a kindly word
No anger sought no plea unheard
One simple wish to understand
Be there to lend a helping hand.
Remember that we’re all the same
Except in color, size and name.
But underneath we bleed alike
From head of state to smallest tyke !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 