Blessings

At four, my family and me,

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:

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Blessings

Lydia of Cluttered Genius: Hidden Blessings

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles: Blessings Overflowing

Joy of Evil Joy Speaks: Blessings of Change

Dawn of Spatulas On Parade: Thanks

Candice of Measurements of Merriment: Life Blessings

Sarah of Not That Sarah Michelle: My Blessings