As I lift up the page
On my calander,
I see the names
That I have written there.
Names of family members
I treasure the most;
The people closest to me,
And to my heart.
I then gather all the cards,
That were waiting on a shelf.
Notes to be written with love,
And envelopes to adress.
I take special care with each,
As I add the salutation.
Writing in every one,
That special word "Love".
I sign my name to each card,
And gently put it into the envelope.
Then on goes the stamp,
And I write the date above it.
Then I put each card aside,
Clamped onto a little pedestle.
I await till a few days before,
And mail each card with love.
I know this is too complete,
But, you see, I tend to forget.
If I don't do all at the beginning,
Someone might not get remembered.
I do not want to forget,
Those people I love so much.
That is why I do it this way;
I do not wish to miss a single birthday.
It does not matter at all,
If they do not send cards to me.
The most important thing of all,
Is that I have remembered them.
It is not because I want to be a martyr,
But only that I know it to be right.
God knows my heart,
And that's all that matters to me.
So each month I turn another page,
And get my stack of cards ready.
Then I begin the whole thing again,
Writing notes and signing "With Love".
by Jann Newland
(copyright - April 2003)
