Messages Of Thankfulness - Page 2

You've always been there,
making sure I was okay.
The one who helped me be
the kind of person I am today.

I'll never be able to repay you
for all that you have done for me.
Knowing that I'd need someone
when I'd fall and scrape my knee.

You are my big sister,
one that I admire most.
I will always be thankful.
Having a sister like you makes me boast.

Not to mention those times,
when boys were boys.
You were always the first one
to help me regain my poise.

You understand me
like only a sister can.
And when I'm upset and not talking,
you always just give me your hand.

Now you're getting married,
and your life will soon be complete.
But I will always come to you
whenever I feel defeat.

So this is my attempt
at thanking you for what you've done,
because in my book you'll always be
my sister, number one!

Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.

Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.