........................~ All what I have ~............................

I can't help but think of,
What means the most to me?
My dear friends,
Or people I hang around.

My dear mom,
Or my dad, who is the best,
I often thank the Lord
For I think that I was blessed.

My siblings whom I’ll miss,
When they grew up and move away.
I think about them often,
Every single day of my life,

I share my views
In the poems, that I write,
I hope that maybe one,
Can give someone else delight.

I'm thankful for my freedom
That many have died to keep.
And when I think of them
I break down and start to weep.

I think about my journeys,
All the places, that I've been,
Visits to my relatives,
And all my next of kin,

So as I think about this all,
And what it means to me,
I thank God for everything,
For there was no, guarantee.