by: David Wayne Clare

a poem for children who are ill or crippled... dedicated to Geraldine K. Clare

Pretend you are happy, now you're halfway there

Smiling will make you healthy, knowing that your home is near and dear

God watches over when there's no one else around

He sees and always hears your prayer as your happy heartbeat sounds

Brings you up when you are down

We must all count our blessings
Throughout each and every year

No matter how hard things seem
Someone else wishes he or she were with you there...

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