MATRIARCH
She was his and he was hers
Their lives were blessed in love.
Touched by heavenly hosts, were they,
Sent from God above.
With lots of little children
Running around her kitchen feet,
All their precious little babes
Adored, and loved, so sweet.
Though spread apart by the years
Brothers and sisters too,
They truly loved each other,
And they loved their parents too.
Soon they grew and had their own
Little ones to feed.
But always did they go back home
To mom and dad from need.
Each of them raised in the church
It was their parent’s way.
The grandkids came to learn this too
And with their grans, they’d go and pray.
Before you knew it, the family grew
With more children at the kitchen sink.
Learning how to cook with grandma
While grandpa was asleep.
The years they fly, as time always will
And great grandpa slipped away.
God had called one of his own
He always works that way.
And though the years take a toll
She is resolute, strong and stark.
And the little ones, they visit still
With the one – the matriarch.
Kevin Parish 
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