Mom kept a saying, and she lived every word of it. "I shall grow old perhaps, but not today, Not while my hopes are young, my spirit strong, My vision clear, because life has a way of smoothing out the wrinkles with a song. I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, Not while my dreams remain a shining shield, My faith a lance, and 'neath a sky of grey, My colors wave upon the battlefield. I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, Not while this pen can write upon a page, And memories turn Winter into May, Shall this stout heart be brought to terms by age? I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, And scorning Time who would enlist my tears, I stand convinced there is a better way, Of occupying all the coming years. I shall grow old , perhaps, but not today, In my own style and in my own sweet time, No night so dark there does not fall a ray of light along the the pathway that I climb. Just say of me, when my last hour slips Like one bright leaf to softly rest among the others....."Life was Summer to the heart, Of one who died believing she was Young." ( have this saying by Moms picture; she taught us children how to live life to the fullest)
Mom and dad, , we shall always think of you wandering through a garden, like that which you fashioned with your own hands, where flowers never fade, nor cold wind of sorrow blighting hopes and plans....And on your faces, the peace of one whose whole life through, .always optimistic and appreciative of God's blesssings .
Grateful to have had parents that truly nurtured and loved us unconditionally "every day". God truly blessed us. They would have celebrated their marriage that took place 95 years ago this month.
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