Through illness, school pickups and sleepless nights
Money troubles, health scares, emergencies
He always had she, and she always had he
There was always a hand reaching out through the dark
And a voice that said “Hold onto me”
And when there were good times, joy and delight
There was someone to share them, made ten times as bright

To be loved is to face the world wearing armour
And to share in a warmth so pure
And all who see it will pray that they find
A love that so endures

 


For Mum & Dad x