What If

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.