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As I arose this morning, 
A strange thought came to me
What if this is 
The last morning I will see.

As I though, I looked around 
At mementos here and there,
Given to me by those I love
Some no longer here.

The pictures of the boys
In their bull riding gear,
Shirlee’s graduation ,
Cathy in Bridal fair.

The lamp Billy gave me,
Still hangs in mid air,
While the little turtle fountain 
Bubbles on the table over there.

A saddle from our younger days,
Rocks from every where,
A cabinet full of treasurers 
From, Grandpa Pinaire,

The prayer book of my dad’s
Beside the bed you’ll find,
Thumb prints from years of use
And now I’ve added mine.

The antique trunk from mom
Once used on some old car,
Is filled with baby clothes
And gifts from afar.

The one I like most it seems,
Is the cross of Christ, Billy made for me,
From rusty old horse shoes and the sweat of his brow,
He welded and polished for many an hour.     

It hangs there on the wall
For all to see
How the Son of God 
Gave his life for me.

All of these treasurers 
I would miss 
Because through them
My family still lives. 

But if I weren’t here I do hope
Whoever has them feels the scope
And  treats them as if they were gifts
From someone they also do miss.

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