She was full of thanks today
always, really
Words uttered so often
Do we really know what we are saying
when we say Thank You?
Mama holds her baby girl
Calming her boo-boos
Loving her up
"Thank you" the little angel replies
He is fed in a shelter, a roof covering his head
finally
Tonight he can exhale, he can rest
He can stop looking over his shoulder for one blessed night
"Oh, thank you" he cries
They are housed, after the fire robbed them of their
possessions
It could not scorch their love, however...
never
"Thank you for keeping us all safe" they pray
Losing a loved one, so painful
Heart is heavy, life so bleak
"Thank you for all you have given me"
He whispers in her ear
in her final moments as she moves on
The circle that completes with a Thank You
is sacred
Say it often, mean it, honor the words
Let it flow from your soul
and receive it too, when it comes your way
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