October's Springtime Story

October will not be the same. Eight thousand miles, two of them came, Granddaughter with husband to be. Thank you dear Lord for Blessing me. Through my life you have been with me, Guiding me, and helping me see, This world through your eyes with beauty. Thank you dear Lord for Blessing me. October, is a treasury, Of love and laughter shown to me. The blooming Jasmine smell sweetly. Thank you dear Lord for Blessing me. Picnics and parties, fun galore. Never expecting what’s in store. Beach, movies and mountains to see. Thank you dear Lord for Blessing me. This month stays in my memory. Those young ones mean so much to me. This October’s been ecstasy. Thank you dear Lord for Blessing me.