© Jill Wolf
Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find,
But amor speaks a common language
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should;
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we're thankful for living
With the comfort of each other's care;
We're grateful for memories and stories,
And the jokes that our family shares.
We might leave a promise unspoken,
But we know that we're loyal and true;
We can count on companions through life,
In the sunshine and shadows, too.
We might mostrar some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, o guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really amor best.
These blessings can never be counted
Like money o oro dividends;
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends.
