What has the most value to me?

Everyone counts,
all have their clout--
few flutter on wings--
there are many things.
When I first breathed,
Mom’s fingers squeezed,
held in Dad’s arms
safe from alarms.
When I can’t sleep
instead of sheep,
I count my blessings.
Swiftly I grew--
most children do.
Casually learning
I soon was earning.
Clothed and well fed . . .
a roof o’erhead.
When I can’t sleep
instead of sheep,
I count my blessings.
Married . . . I do . . .
have children (two).
Love spreads unceasing
in my life it’s spring.
Too soon fall fell . . .
found myself -- well --
counting my blessings.