A century has now gone by
Marking the birth of my parents;
In a grave they together lie
Where the silence never relents.
Born a week and a day part,
They were wed in nineteen-forty.
Their married life had a good start;
After all, she was a beauty.
In the last month of the next year
Both a war and their first child came.
They had four children, all held dear,
And their lives were never the same.
Their children received their love;
Grew up beneath their guiding hand,
Felt blessed by the great God above
To have such fine parents, so grand.
A century has now gone by
Marking the birth of my parents;
In a grave they together lie
Where the silence never relents.
How lovely...the heart cannot be silent! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing