And Now

[migness]

What is left is just a Thank you,

From the bottom of my heart,

I may not know what it is to live a life through art,

I did not leave a painting,

Or spend hours chisling stone,

I spent my time day by day in a happy home,

The walls were not my artwork,

The dishes were made with love,

It may not sound extravagant,

Or sent from God above,

But thanks for tossing back my time,

To use the way I wish,

I only spent on the ones,

Who make me most selfless.

I know how to give my everything,

I know immortality is not bound in a book,

It flows like pretty eyelashes,

Or minnows through a Brook,

I have been here a hundred times and on and on it goes,

Now off to take care of something small,

For a life of eb and flow