The changing of the guard;
leaves that fall from the family tree...
Remembering times long past
and bouncing on parent's knees
Lessons learned
and times you paid no heed
but in the echoes of growing up
we hear the love that sprouted the flower
from the mustard seed
The simple things;
the arm that held you back
when you came to a street corner
not paying attention;
the knowing smile and loving looks
left no question in your mind,
you would never be left behind;
that words both harsh and kind
had a reason we may never understand
but we felt it, it melded us
in the holding of your hand
and we know you have done your best
that you did with best intentions
looking up into your eyes
gave us each a sense of positive direction
Be at peace in the knowing
that without you
there would have been no growing...
07-05-10
leaves that fall from the family tree...
Remembering times long past
and bouncing on parent's knees
Lessons learned
and times you paid no heed
but in the echoes of growing up
we hear the love that sprouted the flower
from the mustard seed
The simple things;
the arm that held you back
when you came to a street corner
not paying attention;
the knowing smile and loving looks
left no question in your mind,
you would never be left behind;
that words both harsh and kind
had a reason we may never understand
but we felt it, it melded us
in the holding of your hand
and we know you have done your best
that you did with best intentions
looking up into your eyes
gave us each a sense of positive direction
Be at peace in the knowing
that without you
there would have been no growing...
07-05-10
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