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One pause, one fleeting thought of yesterday, |
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| Father | Our Father is gone, and he will be missed. But how can you measure the true measure of this man, What scales to gauge the love, the respect, of family, of friends Can we weigh the tears as we bid him farewell and the would be tears of those who would be here but went before Can we somehow count the care he took for house and home, and maybe add a wall of stone, a garden of rock, or a tin canoe but what about Dad's way of doing things, his playful sense of humor No, today, we do not measure, we cannot count But only sense an emptiness, our grief, our loss Today, it is enough to say.. He was a good Husband, and he had a good Wife He was a good Father and a good Grandfather too He was a true Neighbor and a true Friend He was a good man, and Father, Farewell |
| Mother ... | Our Mother, Den Mother, Band Booster, the PTA and so much more A wife, a widow, a sister, an aunt, a nurse, a neighbor Respected by all, liked by most, loved by many A friend to so many, some gone, some here today For her children three, she was the center of our solar system, and while our paths may have varied, far and wide, the orbits held We always came home, alone, or with friends or with families of our own To our children five, she was Grandma A, and beloved as well. Her cookies, chocolate chip, were a waiting welcome treat Ninth of ten, a Trotta, who learned to love, to share, between two wars The family ties were strong , the gatherings, fun, and full of love Our cousins all, of Auntie Eva, their thoughts still fond Caregiver to the kids of the Wing decades ago, Their parents still recall the compassion, her kindness A bridge between the days when horses drew buggies and man walked on the moon, before ladies got to vote, and women got elected A life longer than most, but still, for us, good to be around. |
| the Rose | Yesterday, I caught a butterfly, I caught with my eye It landed on a rose, it paused, then floated and fluttered away And up the hill I chased it as it flew, but I think I lost the rose. |