Sweet Heart passes

Uncle Sky its niece penny I thought you might like to know now that I die
Those wonderful fifties how nifty TV heroes and herons the joy replaced with a sigh
The truth is telling with heavy hearts and moistened eyes we must say good by
As Bob used to sing thanks for the memories yes we derived such pleasurable highs

Forget is not in our vocabulary there swirls to many good times they are not extinguished
Now that the family circle has decidedly grown smaller these golden days are distinguished
Pride and laughter seemed more readily back then innocents made it so now evil leads
We had less then they say well then it causes you to wonder while there are so many needs

Penny your curls so cute a light would go on when you would say uncle Sky
Try if you will but our new found good fortune will never be able this to buy
Grandparents with hair of silver and with their touch golden we mirror them now
For small treasures given to our care and trust lets hold to the past and not bow

They taught us the meaning of honesty and courage and to always have good character
Back then all were well rounded rock solid in them was found not one caricature
As trees in full foliage the shade and power they had cast a long shadow
Today were are the beneficiaries of these full and noble lives now this to others we bestow

Good by Gloria Winters you truly were a precious one.