Family Love Is A Special Kind

Each Christmas season we have grown a year older
Father Time is replacing once dark hair with white
But memories of long ago years our mind retains
Of our children's plays on Christmas Eve night.

Now grandchildren have taken our children's places
Our children sit with us watching their Children's plays
Sometimes during the plays we can see tears in their eyes
Probably because they're remembering their childhood days.

Passing years can  place wrinkles on faces and turn hair white
But one thing passing years cannot ever take away
Is the love of a father and mother for their children
Because it is a special kind of love that will always stay.

Family love is a special kind....

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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