In Loving Memory

How can you possibly put into words,

The feelings you feel in your heart

The mem'ries of all of the times they were there,

To keep you from falling apart?

They'd not interfere, the choices were yours,

Proceed in YOUR WAY, but don't fall,

If things went alright, they'd patiently wait,

For you to remember to call.

They fought out the teen years, when we were quite sure,

That no one knew more than a teen,

And guided us through our adulthood, careers,

Marriages, kids......the whole scene.

But let the day come when you needed their help,

Before you could bat just one eye

They'd be there beside you, fight all the world off,

If anyone DARED make you cry.

And most of the time, busy struggling with life,

Loving thoughts of them enter our heads,

But before we can call to relay deepfelt love,

We're off on a tangent instead.

How do we thank them, these guardian angels?

As time passes, we see what we've had,

The saints hold no candle and heroes are weaklings,

When compared with our Mom and our Dad.

I guess we just hope their all-seeing existance,

Sees through all our struggle and strife,

And they know, though we don't find time to explain it,

We owe them much more than our life.

Yes, if one of MY children looks back on their life,

I hope the day comes they can say,

"They stood there beside me whenever I needed,

But still let me do it MY WAY."

They'd not interfere, the choices were mine,

Proceed in my way, but don't fall,

If things went alright, they'd patiently wait,

for me to remember to call.

But let the day come when I needed their help,

Before I could bat just one eye,

They'd be there beside me, fight all the world off,

If anyone DARED make me cry!

How do I thank them, these guardian angels,

As time passes, we see what we had,

The saints hold no candle and heroes are weaklings,

When compared to my mom and my dad!

By Anna Mae Wittig