*When we were going through our mothers things, we found this poem - TopicsExpress



          

*When we were going through our mothers things, we found this poem she had written some time ago...Teach me, Father, when I pray, not to ask for more, but rather let me give thanks for what is at my door. for food and drink, for gentle rain, for sunny skies above, for home and friends, for peace and joy, but most of all for LOVE. by Pearl Buell, my beloved mother...this sure goes along with my thankful thoughts for this month.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 23:22:32 +0000

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