there may come that
day when food seems
too bland to enjoy, so continue
to give me the manna of grace.
there may come that
morning when the sweet tea
tastes like tap water, but
i hope you will still hold
the cup of hope to my lips.
there may come that evening
when the songs of my memory
can only be heard in the voices
of those learning them for the first time.
but until then,
may i remember that
you never see me as a burden
but a blessing held in your heart.
(c) 2023 Thom M; Shuman
Venmo @Thom-Shuman
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