My Family In Me
The early morning hours
Walks in the fields
The ring of his laughter
The gait of his walk
Memories slip in at this time of year
As back through the years we peer
The farm was always the place to be
For my brothers, sis, mom, dad and me.
Mom And Dad
In 1941 and 42, my parents joined the Air Force
To cook for thousands was their course
There in the kitchen each other they found
And soon into marriage they were bound.