Brooding

By John I. Blair

I’ve been brooding all my life
About the end of it
When what I need's
To breed my joy
At what lies near
In every hour of every day.

I have a wife so dear,
A son, grandchildren;
Each morning I can rise
And touch them, hold them,
Love them,

Enfold them
In my arms, still strong
Enough to make and do
And write these words of fondness.

I know my name;
I know theirs,
Remember all the years,

The dreams, the deeds;
Still sing my happy song.

What more could I desire?

©2010 John I. Blair