A Precious Gift

To poor to give a present,

Oh no, I say, not I;

I gathered up the sunrise,

To put sparkle in your eyes.

To you I give the Springtime,

And flowers in their bloom;

To fill your heart with warmth,

On a wispy afternoon.

To you I give the smiles,

On all our children's faces;

To carry in your heart;

Like many soft embraces.

I give to you a stream,

And basking in the sun;

A campfire in the pines,

To share when day is done.

A gift of summer sunshine,

To melt the chills of age;

A hand to hold in evenings,

 And love written on life's pages.

If I were rich as Kings,

I could not give you more;

Then children, love, companionship,

A present not so poor!