Remembering

I remember them in many -- yes, many ways.
Being raised in the old fashion way.
Learning the law of survival was a joy.
When money was too scarce, to buy a toy.
I watched his beard and hair grow white
As he labored hard, from dawn unto night.
I seen her hair turn from black to grey
As she worked hard, day after day.
I found much wisdom, that can not be bought --
From the many lessons, of which they taught.
I knew! some day we had to part
And that losing them would break my heart.
But! it is no sin to feel sad
The days we buried my Mom and Dad.

by William J. Lambert

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