Being Thankful Poem by James Atkins

I could list the gifts I'm thankful for
and write until next week.
My health, my eyes, my darling wife, grand daughter's rosy cheeks.
Treasured friends, that If I called, would say, "I'm on my way".
A precious mother, that lucky me, turns eighty-one today.
Children, I'm so proud of, sisters that make me smile,
little ones that call me Pops, my list could reach for miles.
A soldier in some foreign place, assuring liberty for me,
a sunny sky, a frosty morn, a blue-green shimmering sea.
I'm thankful that, in this land I love, we're free to disagree,
where we aspire to so much more than mediocrity.
I keep this mental list of gifts, and add to it each day,
like God's unique & precious love, whose patience never sways.
A similar list, I know you have, so think on that awhile,
and be thankful friends, that everyday, our gifts out weigh our trials.