Him
My wife is beautiful to me.
But I am prejudiced you see.
I see the beauty deep within
Beneath the lines writ on her skin
by passing years but they can’t hide
The beauty which resides inside.
Her
My man is old and bent and gray
He didn’t always look that way
I see him as he used to be
but I am prejudiced you see
I see him in the prime of life
He is my man I am his wife.
Children
Although we three have always known
our Mum and Dad as being old.
Getting older as we have grown.
The memories we have and hold.
We tend to see them as they were
but somehow they seem smaller.
Dad’s not the man he used to be
but Mum is aging gracefully.
Dad may be looking old and bent,
to Mum he is magnificent
and he still thinks her wonderful.
His life time love and beautiful
Our parents taught us all they knew.
What we learned was how to
love and to live the way we should.
Though we have done the best we could
There is no way we can compare
to such a perfect pigeon pair.
We’re proud of them they’re proud of us
Though none of us kick up a fuss.
We know and we know they know
That in due course they both will go.
but leave behind a legacy
Love given unconditionally.
19-Jan-09.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A family commemoration, each has its own part to say about the love, the legacy of love given unconditionally....10++++++