I keep the old folks there
On a shelf right in the middle
Next to the silverware
My grandkids think it's creepy
To have them in the hall
But I enjoy their closeness
And Neil don’t mind at all
Lois was the first to enter
A sweet and loving soul
Her husband Roy is at her side
Togetherness my goal
My father, Eddie, then did follow
At the age of ninety-five
My mother, Alice, was the last
Dear parent to arrive
I greet the group all though the year
On every holiday
I also see them every time
I put placemats away
I always touch their boxes
In a loving way
And feel their strength and power
It helps me though the day
We tried to spread their ashes
In some far distant sites
But we couldn’t get them open
To make their wishes right
I cannot think they’re bothered
To stay until we’re ready
To take them for their spreading
Lois, Roy, Alice, and Eddie
Posted by Ken Dillenburg