For All The Things You Do - Poem by Gail Grierson
I’m writing you this poem
For all the things you do,
The countless times you’re there for me,
You’re unselfish and you’re true.
When I am sad, you find a way
To cheer me with a smile,
You make me laugh with things you say
In your own expressive style.
The thoughtful way you call me up
Just to say hello;
It’s more than this because I miss
Your presence, this you know.
If I could tell you with a kiss
How much you mean to me,
You’d know the love I hold inside,
This I guarantee.
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