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Donna Smith Poem
It is the season of giving thanks, of being thoughtful of all those that came before.
The tradtions that are developed and loved. Food that warms the heart and
comforts the soul.
Thanksgiving is the time of year for apprecation of what you have.
Of giving thought to those that have sacrificed to give what we have.
Of love cherishing the moments we are given.
There is no better than time than now to stop and reflect on our actions.
Of aiming to be a better sort.
I love this time of year. The sights of fall leaves, the smell of pumpin spice
in the air. The first taste of turkey, the food, the family that gather to celebrate the
year that we have had.
This is the time to truly look out and see the wonder that is our home.
So A Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Copyright © Donna Smith | Year Posted 2007
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Donna Smith Poem
With greatest comes responsiblity, I was once told. I now learn that is true.
For love is a greatest and it has a lot of responsiblity. For my love to you I feel
unbound, free. A treasure I hold dear. I often wonder how I make you feel. Do
you know that I love you. That I am in love with you. Have I made that love clear?
Questions abound me, tie me. Fear of losing sight of what is important, keeps
me clear. For the love we share is untouched by a dirty world. We cleanse
ourselves in our love. Bask in it's warmth. Comfort is sought and found in arms
that hold and held. With the greatest gift of your love I truly know love. I am no
longer a vessel lost in it's path. I have a clear path ahead of me. In your arms I
know that I am loved. And loving your is my truest path. For it is the treasure I
have long sought.
Copyright © Donna Smith | Year Posted 2007
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