Gratitude

I shall never forget the past,

All those things that did not last.

My childhood that was gone too soon,

Like lilac petals come the month of June.

My many loves I thought were true ,

Before I knew them, they were through.

The many hurts that some caused me,

Because of their petty jealousy.

The bullying endured at school,

Because being French just was not cool.

The unfair treatment from a nun,

Resentment toward her I have none.

The loved ones who are no longer here,

I sense their presence always near.

The struggle for justice to win,

While victory gave in to their sin.

But all of that, which I express,

Still leaves much more that I must stress.

I give thanks for the gift of life,

Ever grateful despite the strife.

I acknowledge kindness received,

By dark thoughts I am not deceived.

Thank you to all who show you care,

Sorrow is not so hard to bear.

In turn I share the light of love,

Brought forth by a dove from above.

© Regis Auffray