To’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,
I would bear the bitter cold gladly,
For the hurt we trade, a return tenfold
In happiness to share we shall receive.
My mirth and merriment are yours to nourish;
Like children on their mothers, their lives depend,
Who without maternal love are doomed to perish—
Their broken lives too shattered to mend.
There’s much for which I wish to thank you,
But I 've far too much to be gracious for.
And the confines of these lines allow only two,
But two my heart and soul do outpour.
Befriending me without want of recompense;
For giving me the strength to move my pen.
Your challenge for Thursday January 10, 2013 is to create a post about a special person or a hero who also is a member of Gather. Try and keep the focus on Gather members but if there is a special person who is not a Gather member you would like to write about it would be acceptable.