If I ever forgot to say,
words of kindness in a way.
That makes you feel good.
Like it really should.
If I ever forgot your name,
I hope you know, I care about you all the same.
The time we spend together,
Hot cocoa in colder weather.
If I ever forgot to give you something back.
I hope you will tell me, it will be returned intact.
Being together and having fun.
Relaxing in the pool under the sun.
If I ever forgot your Birthday.
I just really want to say.
Please let me celebrate with you.
Honour who you are and what you do.
But if I ever forget to say thank you.
Which I hope I never do.
I am really sorry, for I never should have done.
Appreciating you, you are always number one.
(Thank You)
About the Creator
Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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