Michael P. McParland
I Hope (You're Appreciated) - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I know I haven't said it enough
or maybe ever at all and shame on me
if I have not let you know
I appreciate you because you are so good,
I appreciate your love and all you do.
I love you for you and appreciate
that you are in my life and love me too.
It truly means everything to me
and shame on me for not saying it enough
if I have at all.
I love you dear and am so grateful you are in my life
and I appreciate the blessing that you are.
I hope your family sees and knows
just how wonderful you truly are
and appreciate the daughter
and great sister they were blessed with.
If they do not see and understand
taking you for granted in every way
I say shame on them and I truly pray
that they'll soon see and feel it one day soon.
I hope your family knows that they have been blessed
with a beautiful and loving jewel
right there that loves them in full.
I hope your kids that are now here on earth
and I hope for us to come will see the
wonderful mother and woman that
God has sent them too.
I hope they know just what a gift they
have been presented in this often cold life.
I hope they see and know what a warm
and loving soul they have been given in this world.
A loving parent and smart teacher
to show them right from wrong.
I hope they appreciate all you've done
and all you will do.
I pray sweet Kira that you will get
your loving dues.
I truly love you dear and shame on me
for not telling you how much you mean,
for not saying that you are so appreciated
and treasured in my heart by me.
I'm so blown away and thankful in every way
and for me to be so absent minded is not okay.
I truly appreciate your beauty both
outside and in.
I truly appreciate all the kind loving care you give.
I love you dear and appreciate just who you are,
Kira you are everything I find right within this world.
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