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Thanksgiving Morning 1984

I woke up before the sun.

My house was very still.

I had little time to think

Before I fixed our meal.

As I looked around me there,

A tear coursed down my face.

For all that God had given

His hand of love I traced.

Fingerprints upon the wall

Were put there by my son.

Daddy's chubby little man,

And Momma's "Precious One".

The towels wet and dirty

Piled in the bathroom floor,

Reminded me I'm blessed three fold,

I have the world and more.

Though I don't own a mansion,

And I wear no diamond ring,

My clothes are not designers',

But I wouldn't change a thing.

For when I count my blessings,

The tears of joy must pour.

The Lord gave me His very best,

How could I ask for more?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another from the shed....Boy was I wrong about some of this!  (not God's goodness, but other things)

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©30 April 2002 - 1:51am — onelilartist
15 August 2003 - 11:21am — Rachel Marie Tate (not verified)
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This is how I feel too... you really convey feelings that speak to so many and reminds us of the positive side of things... I have the chubby handprint from my daddy's lil man... :-) And though we, too, have no extra money for expensive clothes and such, I'm still immensely happy, and by this poem I have been touched....