there is a gift was given to me

passed down through the annuals of time

started from a source i cannot comprehend

impossible to define

passed down to my mother and Father

who gave the gift to me

although through time it changes

but it’s essence remains the same

the care and concern for another

with no expectation of getting it back

that hope that springs eternal keeps the flow from running out

gives me so many opportunities to practice what i have been taught

for a life centered around myself leaves me alone and missing out

thank-you for the pain and the love the world sends my way

one would mean so much less without the other