For All The Things You Do
I’m writing you this poem
by Gail Grierson
For all the things you do,
The countless times you’re there for me,
You’re unselfish and you’re true.
When I am sad, you find a way
To cheer me with a smile,
You make me laugh with things you say
In your own expressive style.
The thoughtful way you call me up
Just to say hello;
It’s more than this because I miss
Your presence, this you know.
If I could tell you with a kiss
How much you mean to me,
You’d know the love I hold inside,
This I guarantee.