Counting Blessings



Anyone with fingers
Can count up to ten;
Double your pleasure
If you have all your toes.

A calculator can take you
To 10 to the 100^th power,
But that would never be enough
To count my blessings
Of loved ones.

It’s easy to flirt with one wink,
And you can sleep well with
Thirty-nine more;
Instead of counting sheep,
I always slumber in peace
While adding up memories of joy
Given to me by true friends.

Minutes become hours,
Which turn into days that evolve
Into a lifetime…
More precious and priceless
Are immeasurable moments of
Sharing, caring, and love.

When it comes right down to it,
Thanksgiving Day cannot hold
The sheer number of blessings
Given to each person in life.

When I think of the blessing of you,
Mine is a life of Thanksgiving.

© 2006 by Robert E. Blackwell