Gratitude Tears

Gratitude Tears

They come out of the blue-
With the sound of a certain carol,
A snowman at the store,
A wheel chair, a red walker,
Silvery hair,
They come as I bake cookies
For Wayward Seniors;
Gratitude tears,
Each drop filled with history,
With precious memories,
Washing away the sadness,
The loss,
Leaving only the echoes of laughter,
Of whispered words of love,
A whiff of hairspray, lively blue eyes,
A legacy of strength and kindness,
Stored in a deeply grateful heart.

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