Years ago my friend wrote a poem called November Cricket. She gave it to me on a peice of paper that I keep stored away as a keepsake. I seem to come across it every November when I do the annual fall deep cleaning. When I find it I stop everything, go in the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and then I sit quietly with coffee and poem for a while, thanking God for giving me such a wonderful and dear friend.
It's the last day of November and I came across the poem today. I thought it'd be nice to share.
November Cricket singing by my kitchen door-
You fill my heart with gladness,
You fill my heart with joy.
Now as evening falls
Your merry little notes fill the peaceful air
"This is a happy home."
Yes, you know we face our share
Of trials and tribulations.
Yet we are richly blessed
With all the goodness that comes
From our Father up above.
Sing November Cricket!
I love you.
Rhonda Ahmed - November 16, 2001