A Heart Full of Thanks

Oh, the thanks I could think, and the thanks I could say!

For the wonderful people who brightened my day.

The first one is Lori, my wife, sweet and true,

Who knows just the thing and knows just what to do.

She whipped up a feast with a smile and a sigh,

With corn on the cob and a steak cooked “On the Fly!”

My neighbor, Steve, with a mischievous gleam,

Said, “No fence work today! No work, it would seem!

You’ll paint with some water, some colors so bright,

And sign your new painting with all of your might!"

I laughed and I said, “But I don’t know that skill!

I’ll slap on some paint and see what sticks still!”

Then there’s my friends on the Facebook machine,

The best group of readers that ever was seen!

They read all my blogs and they hear my podcasts,

They send all their cheer that's built to last!

And Billy and Linda.

A Snoopy card in the mail.

A wonderful surprise that was sure to prevail!

From very good friends, a delightful new tale!

But the thanks didn't stop, no, not even a bit!

For James and for Merrill, who just wouldn't quit!

“It’s your birthday again!” they both shouted, “Hooray!

Let’s have a barbecue the very next day!”

Oh, the people I've met, all so kind and so grand,

From here to there, all over this fine land.

What makes them so giving? What makes them so keen?

To be the best friends that have ever been seen?

My thanks to you all for the love that you've shown,

For the seeds of pure joy that you've heartily sown!

I’m Patrick Ball. Stay curious, ask questions, and always hold onto the power of love and friendship. See you in the next episode!

Comments

Don Hanley said…

Beautiful sentiments and delightful poetry - thank you!!

August 17, 2025 at 9:45 AM

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