#2821-For You

Traditions,

Help remind me of days,

When I was seeking,

To somehow find my way.

It warms me to think back,

On the long journey,

To reach where I am.

And deep inside,

It’s clear to see,

What gifts along the way,

I was blessed to receive.

Family,

Friends and those,

Whose names I no longer know.

They listened,

Held my hand,

Pointing the way,

To help me realize,

Who I really am.

They are the angels,

I thank at night,

When closing my eyes,

Filled with gratitude,

And devoid of pride.