To A Keeper,
One day someone's husband died,
And on that clear, cold morning,
In the warmth of their bedroom,
The wife was struck with the pain of learning
That sometimes there isn't any more.
No more hugs,
No more special moments to celebrate together,
No more phone calls just to chat, No more "just one minute."
Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and
Goes away never to return
Before we can say good-bye,
Say "I love you."
So while we have it . . .
It's best we love it . . .
And care for it .
. .
And fix it when it's broken . .
And heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage . .
And old cars . . .
And children with bad report cards
And dogs with bad hips and
Aging parents and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we are worth it.
Some things we keep --
Like a best friend who moved away or
A classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make us happy,
No matter what.
Life is important,
Like people we know who are special . . .
And so, We keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'!
Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way.
Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life.
Thank you for being a special part of my life! ©Kat
Author Unknown
Midi Playing: "Voices in the Wind"
© Bruce DeBoer
An Original Composition
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