12 Blessings

Twelve blessings I've been given, twelve blessings I know,
One has gone home and avoids this show.
Eleven are left my quiver still full,
Their joy and their anguish, my senses ne're dull.
I love them all regardless their bend,
My prayers and my blessings I'll always send.
Some this year may not see my face,
But my prayer for them is to dwell in God's grace.

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