
i found my blessing
quietly waiting for me
not in a stack of books
about finding ones blessing
i found my blessing
in the eyes of a child
i saw in the mirror
when i finally decided to look
quietly waiting for me
not in a stack of books
about finding ones blessing
i found my blessing
in the eyes of a child
i saw in the mirror
when i finally decided to look
This poem is dedicated to Betsy Taylor who loved everyone she met as if they were her own children.
Lovely.
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