Counting On You

I’d rather count the days of the very best

Than the later days of struggle and unrest.

I’d rather count the times when I was helped and guided

Than the days when life slowly subsided.

I’d rather count the days when you arranged it all

Than the days since the sun began to fall.

I’d rather count the good days with family and friends

Than the days that to all of us God sends.

I’d rather count the stars in the sky above

Than try to gauge the bounds of a mother’s love.

I’d rather count your many smiles

Than focus on your later trials.

I’d rather count the days of strong support

Than the days of failing memory and thought.

I’d rather count your many strengths

Than count possessions width, breath and length.

I’d rather count the sparkling drops of love

Than those few strikes of lightning from above.

All of us feel sharp the pain.

All of us don’t feel quite the same.

But all of us know it’s true,

That here or not, we can count on you…