A small soft hand rests safely in mine,
Bringing a tear of joy
Into my tired eye,
Youthful questions
Travel up the family tree,
So sit down here beside me
Cuz the answers are free,
And I'll tell you if I can
Why we are here,
Loving each other
As we march through the years.

There are days when
It is difficult to arise,
Stiffened joints and muscles
Joined in painful reprise,
Afflicting us all
Even gentle and wise,
As we go
Marching through the years.

The lessons are learned,
Some in intricate ways
As we ponder the actions
Of our youthful days,
But now as we gaze
Into our grandchild’s eyes,
So glad to have forsaken
The useless lies,
We know in our hearts
What love truly means,
A sentiment beyond
Our wildest dreams,
That we will treasure
Forever, deep within,
As we march peacefully through the years.