Searching

This day is not about what,
Or something in a present day,
It's everything you have and are,
Those given in a natural way.

It is in all painful things,
All the wonders and joys,
The harsh words and the tender,
Each with merit to enjoy.

Either way, our paths have crossed,
Set and bound anew,
Irremovable traces,
Of them, me and you.

Blessed to be so blessed,
For these people in my life,
Those to call friends or family,
Through misery and strife.

Though relations may come in waves,
Choose to ride them to the end,
With those whom bless your life,
And develop into kin and friend.