My Life's Gift

My Life’s Gift

In the shadows of the dying year,

I remember many things that I hold dear.

From the beginning of each dawn’s light,

Until the dying of the night, I hope I’ve done right.

I watch my grandchild who sits with me still,

Who listens with headphones on her ears.

In silence, I share my time with them daily,

Whether exhausted from work or laughing gaily.

It’s this time that I cherish the most,

With its cereal or eggs or very dark toast.

To have lived without knowing them I can’t imagine,

This living with a diamond so full of compassion.

This gift that I see each day of my life,

Helps me survive my sorrows, battles, and strife.

It’s with smiles and a kind heart that she speaks,

Throughout the days when I’m lonely, sometimes for weeks.

So, like many others who’ve gone before,

I’ll savor this time until it’s no more.

For to have this gift until I’m gone,

Creates within me poems, stories, and songs.