"Now, don't forget," my mother urged.
"Remember to say thanks."
She taught me those four magic words
when I was prone to pranks.
I've thought about my mom's advice
quite often since I've grown.
Her simple words were quite profound.
Their truth is clearly shown.
When I recall what soldiers did
to keep our nation free
my sense of gratitude's renewed
for those who fought for me.
When I reflect on those in town
who wear a uniform,
my mind replays the risks they take
to keep me safe and warm.
When we remember, heroes live.
When we forget, they die.
Remembering births gratitude
(although it makes us cry).
So let's remember to give thanks.
You won't if you forget.
Thank God for veterans you have known
and those you've never met.