Dear God, here and everywhere
Thank you for this meal we’ll share.
In this house that’s toasty warm
Although the roof leaks every storm.
I’m grateful that I still can eat
With all of my original teeth.
Although I bite most on the left
Because the right’s been chewed to death.
I’m grateful that I still can hear
Although it’s less in this one ear.
I strain to catch each grown kid’s tale…
So far, not one has gone to jail!
I’m thankful for their energy
How come they now have more than me?
The boy I wed is right here, too
My failing eyes still think he’s cute.
Guess what? I have the body parts
You gave me at the very start.
Although there’s been some wear and tear
And many less strands in my hair,
I’m grateful all my friends aren’t dead
And hope I have some years ahead
But should I grow both deaf and blind
I hope you’ll let me keep my mind.
So I can say this thankful grace
With friends & family ‘round the place.
Oh, one more thing before we sup,
Lord, thank you for my little pup!
Oh, I have fewer hair than I had 20 yrs ago, and some of my molars are gone, too. But I can still wear a headset though my ears are unequal in their delight to listen to the music of my taste and, yes, I can still delight in the taste of my food and appreciate the lovely young lasses passing by as I enjoy my cup of coffee each day
Happy Thanksgiving Helen!