Poem By Rosann York
We, your children, plan to marry
Babies though your image sees.
Hopefully we'll try to carry
Love to both our families.
All the lessons that we've treasured
Didn't fall on deafened ears.
Thus the graduations measured
Growing always through the years.
Lord, please lead them to discover
That the choosing isn't theirs
For each mate there is no other
Help them listen to our prayers.
Don't be so afraid to lose us
Parenting can find no ends!
"Letting go" cannot abuse us
More than parents...be our friends.