My coffee in the morning
My walk around the park
My wife of many years
Who illuminates the dark
Fresh eggs I gather daily
My family they feed
A warm abode to rest in
A true blessing, indeed
The chance to watch my children
Build families of their own
Assured that theirs are mine
This gift that I've been shown
The gaze of smiling faces
Whose portraits on the wall
Rest with me as I work
Through spring, summer, and fall
Now winter is approaching
It's cold grey skies ahead
And still those tiny faces
Will warm my hearts cold dread
For over the horizon
Just waiting in the wings
New life, quickly approaches
To pluck these old heart strings
