Thank You Note


Thank you for list'ning when
I don't know what to say.

Thank you for caring when
I don't know how to feel.

Thanks for the every day
experience of love.

Thank you for making sure
I brush my teeth at night.

Thanks for the clothes you wash,
and fold, and wash again.

Thank you for saying you'd
live anywhere with me.

Thanks for the food you fix
and pack into my lunch.

Thank you for sharing all
of you, your sadness too.

Thanks for the musicals
I've seen because of you.

Thanks for the joys and for
the friends you share with me.

Thanks for the way you smile
the music of your laugh.

Thanks for your beauty and
your anger and your pain.

Thanks for forgiving me,
and thanks for being mine.

Thank you for the courage
that you show every day.

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