Thankful

How many waves have lapped,

upon these golden shores?

Many more than all my heartbeats,

since my first upon a foreign shore.

How many times am I thankful for

this land that’s girt by sea?

Many more times than I have said,

to one as fortunate as thee.

How many times am I reminded,

that this is not my own country?

Not quite as many, as the times,

I remember, my now lost family.

My love and gratitude for this –

the safety and the freedom.

Can never be expressed in words

by one as simple as just me.

But let my actions speak to you

and then perhaps you’ll see.

That all I want is opportunity,

to share my life with thee.