Remembered

I look at the wrinkled pictures

That tells the story of my past

I see my father’s dashing figure

In his shadow I was cast

In uniform and helmet

With rifle by his side

He fought the war for Britain

I never seen him if he cried

There’s a picture of my mother

Nine kids she raised on love

The tears fell like raindrops

When God called her up above

She insured we were not hungry

Went without to see us warm and dry

She grew too old before her time

None of us had to wonder why

Now I look back at my record

What will my kid say of me?

I hope she knows I tried my best

Even if it didn’t seem to be

I hope they say he loved us

He held us close to his heart

I hope they say he was a good man

From his love we did not want to part.