I’ve been reflecting, and found myself drawn back to a poem written by WJ Thomson, my dad. I’d like to share it with you here.

For all the things

For all the things I haven’t done,
And all the battles lost and won.
For all the kindness unexpressed,
And all the time that isn’t left.
I cried a little.

For all the friendships lost and won,
All the sadness and the fun.
For all the good things of the past,
And memories that for ever last.
I sighed a little.

For all the cherished, precious thoughts,
And all the things that can’t be bought.
For all the things that means so much,
The laugh, the smile, the gentle touch.
I warmed a little.

For all the kindness I have known,
The thoughtfulness that has been shown.
For all the helping hands extended,
And friendships that have never ended.
I smiled a little

For all the joys I’ve still to see,
And all the pleasures yet to be.
For all the stories not begun,
For all the songs that remain unsung,
I laughed a little.

Photography by Laurina