I can smile and skip and scurry in hurry along the winding road
I can speak, chide and compliment and listen to lighten your load
I have food work and sustenance and a humble comfortable abode.
I am blessed with unfaltering hope and love and wings to fly
And distant dreams to share and amazing opportunities to try
And firm friendships love and family that death will always defy.
My family are a blessing and they give me hope each and every day
When I am lost they give me sense of purpose and help me find my way
They are my anchor in stormy weather when I would rather run away.
May you find your inner strength in the gifts of love you receive
May you give back compassionately to those who are in need
And remember that the most bountiful blessing is in the deed.
Alison Jean Hankinson
This was created in response to Paul Scribbles poetics challenge for d’Verse on the theme of blessings.
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Family are indeed one of life’s greatest blessings. Thoughtful poem. Thanks.
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The blessing in giving … love that. The world can be a better place.
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I so enjoyed this poem, Alison. My family seems to have dwindled these days but there is hope for new additions in the future.
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I agree that the best blessing is being able to give and the most bountiful one is in the deed.
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A loving family is such a wonderful blessing :o)
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Your closing line s killer. OMG, yes, family first, whether soap opera or fairy tale or lurid machinations. 8 grandchildren from 3 daughters reshape our lives; reinvigorate our fatigued souls. When I see the confirmed bachelors, the childless marriages, you always find doting on nephews & nieces or fur kids.
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Indeed the gift is in the giving … and we must remember that when someone gives us a gift and accept graciously so as not to spoil their joy in the giving. It behooves those of us most blessed to gift what we can. Lovely poem.
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Beautiful! You are blessed indeed. Those last two lines clinch it.
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The anchor that is our family is a blessing indeed ~ Love is bountiful when shared with others and in deed as well ~
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Awareness of what we are thankful for is a bessing in itself.
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Such a thoughtful. …beautiful poem….smiles!
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Keeping a family together and happy is no mean feat 🙂
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Nice tribute to your family!
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