The Basket Lady
Friends, as the holiday’s draws near, I’d like to share this poem that I received in the mail from a beloved friend of 22 years. Barbara is 82 years old now, and resides in a nursing home in Florida. The words are powerful and its message clear. Enjoy everyone. Blessings all! (P.S. please substitute Kwanzaa, Hanukkah or Buddha as needed).
by Barbara O’ Connor Whitehill
There is a list of folks I know
All written in a book,
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part
Not of the book they’re written
But of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone
Who has touched my life sometime
And in that meeting they’ve become
The “rhythm of the rhyme.”
I really feel I am composed
Of each remembered name,
And while you may not be aware
Of feeling quite the same
My life is so much better
Than it was before you came.
For once you have known someone
The years cannot erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas cards
Are just a mere routine
Of names upon a list, forgotten in between,
For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you
It is because you’re on that list
Of folks I’m indebted to.
And whether I’ve known you
For many years or a few,
In some way you have had a part
In shaping things I do.
So every year when Christmas comes
I realize anew
The biggest gift that God can give
Is knowing folks like you!
We miss you every day, Dot Sanchas, especially at Christmas!
Until then, smile and live in the present.