Counting On You
I’d rather count the days of the very best
Than the later days of struggle and unrest.
I’d rather count the times when I was helped and guided
Than the days when life slowly subsided.
I’d rather count the days when you arranged it all
Than the days since the sun began to fall.
I’d rather count the good days with family and friends
Than the days that to all of us God sends.
I’d rather count the stars in the sky above
Than try to gauge the bounds of a mother’s love.
I’d rather count your many smiles
Than focus on your later trials.
I’d rather count the days of strong support
Than the days of failing memory and thought.
I’d rather count your many strengths
Than count possessions width, breath and length.
I’d rather count the sparkling drops of love
Than those few strikes of lightning from above.
All of us feel sharp the pain.
All of us don’t feel quite the same.
But all of us know it’s true,
That here or not, we can count on you…
Copyright © Keith Murphy | Year Posted 2017
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