Thanksgiving
I had never truly understood the meaning of thanksgiving
Till one day I was shown a glimpse of the Lord above
A frequent visitor to the church I was
Always carried his faith in my heart.
As I waited to hear the list of survivors
My son being a soldier in the army
A fierce battle had been fought, many to it were lost
Recalling the tears in his eyes the last he bid goodbye
Clutching me tight, "Mother, pray I don't make you cry."
You won't my darling, have faith in him above
He takes care of us all, so tender is his love
Our fingers parted softly, he was gone without another word
Sinking heart , of the news to be broken
Oh! Lord please return my boy, at your feet I shall stay
Listening afraid, to the names being called
He was not amongst the ones who the Lord had chosen.
Tears rolled down my cheeks flushed with relief so great
I had never been so close to losing someone, so dear
The biggest part of me could have been lost forever
But my faith surely made me value thanksgiving even more.
Contest Thanksgiving Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Date 20/11/2020
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