Were just as close as we could be.
My Mom and Dad and girls and boys,
Were blessings sent to give me joy.
When I was eight, my blessings most
(Or those of which I liked to boast)
Had four hooves and lived ‘out there’,
The fields beyond the barn somewhere.
And then, with time, my blessings changed,
And somehow became re-arranged,
My friends were more important then,
That year I hit the age of ten.
At twenty, I found something more,
A man unlike I’d know before.
Admirer, lover and a friend,
Brought blessings that would never end.
Six blessings joined us, one-by-one.
At thirty-two, I held my son,
Then looked upon his siblings, vast,
Decided he would be my last.
For sixty years, my blessings came.
But not of money, nor of fame,
I look around, I’m filled with awe
My blessings now call me Grandma!
(I have to add a small P.S.
For splendid friends. They are the best.
And one I’d like to mention here,
Is Awesome Sarah. Let's all cheer!)
Each Month, Karen of Baking in a Tornado challenges us with a new poetry topic.
This month? Blessings!
What could be better?!
See what the others have wrought: