I pray you will be kind
Not just to me, but those I love
A soft year, not so cold
And full of lessons as in years past
I pray you will be rich
Not in money but in moments
Fill this year with memories
More precious than any gem
I pray you will be soft
That the tears we cry in you
Are tears of gratefulness and joy
Pain and heartache left behind in dusty diaries
Most of all
I pray you will be loved
That we will look to you and say
“Yes, this was when we found hope again.”
K. Elizabeth Fitzgerald 