If I were to spend every breathing moment
Thanking God
For my Mother
My Father
Those around them
I would fall short.
For every friend, companion of soul
Who ever shared a laugh
Who respected and protected
For any who loved me
And told me so
And even those who didn't
For an embrace, or an arm around the shoulder
Figurative, or otherwise
The welcoming ones who healed
In ways they have no knowledge of.
God bless them eternally,
Whether I was truly theirs or not
They've done enough to earn my prayer.
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