all that i am

first red cup
first snow
first weekend of November

almost Thanksgiving
almost Christmas
almost the end of the year

another year
55
life goes on

we count our blessings
at the same time
many count their losses

cold
without power
without light
without water
some
without children
without home
without anything
but their life

lives
burnt away
washed away
blown away

my heart is broken
my prayers go out

my world still intact
and somehow that makes me very sad

and then I saw a new born baby
in her daddy's arms
so safe
so pretty
so small
so pink

and I couldn't help
but stand there and weep

we are all just children
in our loving Father's arms