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I forget to count my blessings

Poem by Ann Pass

I forget to count my blessings
when the sky above is blue
Or when the first shy bulbs of springtime
are bravely peeping through.

I forget to count my blessings
on a golden summer's day
or when the fresh green fields
and sloping hills
are calling me away.

But when the sky is overcast
and dark clouds threaten rain
or grey November wraps her shroud
round walls and window pane.

I sit beside a blazine fire
my loved ones at my knee
and Thank the Lord for all the joys
of home and family.

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Copyright The Bentilean, 1990, 1999
Ann Pass was a regular contributor to The Bentilean magazine, but usually wrote poems, such as "Accident Unit", "My Mum's New Cooker", and her "Tribute to Star Trek", all of which can be found among these pages.

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