Sometimes I don’t know where to start
To count the gifts I claim,
But all of them come filled with love
And carrying your name.
The friends who offer shelter
In a far away place;
The laughter and the memories
The warm, loving embrace.
The simple moments made so rich
Through generosity
Have lifted up my weary heart
And given hope to me.
I’m grateful for the simple things
That I have come to know,
They are the soil in which great deeds
Find roots they need to grow.
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