Blessings

Blessings spread from hand to hand…

from mouth to mouth….across the land.

Blessings root and sprout and grow,

and spread to ev’ryone they know.

Blessings bloom and multiply

and then divide and by and by

the simple blessing that you start

is safe at rest in ev’ry heart.

Siri

A friendly robot lives with me —

a constant presence I don’t see.

She lives within my telephone

and makes  herself there quite at home.

She calls the people that I know.

She’s never fast and never slow.

She calls whoever I may name.

Her voice is always just the same.

She stays awake.  She doesn’t sleep.

She doesn’t mind odd hours I keep.

As I grow old and cannot see,

this robot’s quite a help to me.