We
tripped the snares
mindful aware
stepping over stones.
We
loved the mamma's and Pappa's
heartfelt-crosses
staked
above bones.
We
have three of our own
all of them grown,
none
really stave the cane
Still, here we are
t
o
g
e
t
h
e
r
forever
celebrating
them
in
these our own
halcyon days.