Thanks

The passage of time
has but slowed to crawl,
in memory of days past
and love that binds.
The loving touch of a
mother’s hand,
the discipline of a
father’s words;
molds the mind of
child.
The care and tears when
in hospital lay,
the hope and fears
of what will come.
Thoughts and prayers,
clinging to side of bed, till
morning come and healthiness find
in cheek.
Blessings come in many packages
and one I cannot deny: Is the
blessing in you of God and man
in lessons learned and knowledge
gained.
How to love; how to pray; how
to play and how to let go.
Many things I’ve learned and
your example is the well
of means gained.
Yours is the good things
life bestows.
Thank you mom and dad.