“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.