Viola M. Crider

(Los Angeles, CA, USA)

When Day Is Done

When day is done and shadows fall
On this busy world below—
‘Tis during these hours that I recall,
Memories of long ago.
Memories of when we were young,
With a devoted mom and dad—
Memories of the song we sang,
and of the love for us they had.
They taught us about the bible—

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