They named her Thankful for her birth.

She wasn't supposed to walk this Earth. 


Thankful that she blessed their nest.

Thankful for all the rest.


Thankful for the warm sunshine,

That bathes me in the morning.


Thankful for the flashing smiles,

That pierce me without warning 


Thankful for that curve of hip,

That always gets me stirring


Thankful for the curve of lip,

That always gets me yearning.


Thankful for her kiss,

That always gets me turning.


She was Thankful to me,

And I was thankful for her.


Then, thankfully, she was gone.

I would have died without her.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull




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