ALL THE REASONS I WAS BORN

Although I have no recollection of the day when I was born…
my parents said it was a cold day in December…sometime in the early morn.

Whenever I ask myself why was I born on that cold day in December
I stop a moment to think about my life…and take time to remember…

And though I can’t remember every moment
as the years and my memory have intertwined…
I do remember some that are etched within my mind.

I remember the town where I grew up…because it’s influence never ends…
and some of the people I grew up with…I still proudly call my friends.

I remember the day I became a teacher…
standing in my first classroom filled with apprehension…filled with fear…
and I remember many of the students…I taught in my career…

I remember the day I became a father…how proud I was…how glad…
I remember the day Bryan first smiled at me…
and I transformed from a father to a Dad.

I remember the daughter who followed…I remember life beginning to swirl…
for just as I was getting comfortable raising a son…I’d now be raising a girl…

I remember the day I married Deborah…and how when that day was done..
what started out as two separate families…were blended into one.

I remember the birth of my grandchildren…1 amazing girl and 3 wonderful boys….
and how, when I hear them call me PopPop…my heart still fills with joy.

I remember the day Damien our eldest grandchild…asked Trista to be his wife…
and I remember the day together they brought Violet to life.

And when I stop remembering I smile…felling joyous…contented and pleased…
to be lucky enough to have lived a life filled with memories like these.

Memories that began on a cold day in December…sometime in the early morn…
which through the years have helped me realize
all the reasons I was born.
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