It wasn't until after she had died That they opened up their eyes it was then that they realized who she really was inside While going through her things old letters and diamond rings she was no longer a mystery she became their history She had had so much to say if given the time of day They really had no clue of who they thought they knew She had a different life other than grandmother and wife She had hopes and she had dreams so much was unforeseen Pictures they had never seen of all the places she had been Stories they would never hear or what she had done there Letters written during the war from boyfriends she had before Scrapbooks of her past a lifetime gone by too fast With tears and memories They knew that she would be cherished in every way and in their hearts she would stay
Cherish and respect the elderly in your family, they are wise and we can learn so much from them. They are your history.