Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty, or youth, or such.
Just give me a little hand to hold,
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs.
Just give me a little face to kiss,
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their wide eyes.
For through these little ones, you have given
This grateful grandmother,
a glimpse of Heaven.
author: Barbara Burrows
Chatty
2 comments:
Beautiful! That poem says it all, doesn't it? Windy here, and flooding all over!The river is up across the road. Finally tonight, some blue skies. This is making everything grow like crazy now. Hope your weekend went well....and you'll be on your own all next week, right?
Dear Chatty,
Ahhhh....I LOVE this poem and will be copying it in my Grandmom's Journal. I hope this gets thru this time (tee hee).
Thanks for such a meaningful and wonderful poem...I truly appreciate it.:)
Love and Hugs,
JS
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