A Thought from Frank

A Thought

Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Sons, Sisters, Brothers
And still they come
Grand, and Great Grand, and on it goes
Where it ends, only God knows
We age, this day becomes the past
The old homestead overrun with grass
The foot falls of our family linger
When mother, father, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, pass
Its more than their foot fall that echoes here
Its their hearts, their souls we hold fast
Be happy, be happy, be happy, is what I hear
From those who have passed, those who are near
Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters,
The greats, and still they come!