Treasure Island

James Elston

(1 December 1984 / Providence, Rhode Island)

Thankful


I am thankful for everything
That you two have done
I am sure it was quite stressful
And at times, not much fun

From the ninja turtle phase
To all the baseball gear
You always found a way
To make sure I never finished in the rear

I know I don't show it often
But most of your knowledge was caught
And now that I am raising my own kids
I find myself quoting you a lot

I know sometimes it was tough
And we may of said some things we didn't mean
But even to this day
I wouldn't change a thing

I am sure it was quite stressful
And at times, not much fun
I am thankful for everything
That you two have done

Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011
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