My Aunt Mary
And my Uncle Dave;
They always loved,
They always gave.

Dave found lots of precious time,
To spend with his rowdy boys;
Mary ever worked her days,
To fill their home with joy.

Four boys they raised right,
A girl was never their gift;
But if anyone was ever down,
They would give them a lift.

I often went to visit and play,
I looked forward filled with joy;
I always felt love when with them,
I was close to their oldest boy.

They've lived their daily lives,
Filled with faith and love;
They kept their eyes on Him,
That was our Lord, above.

In a girl young and scared,
They sowed the seeds of life;
They showed her life could be fun,
Even when filled with strife.

They are growing old,
As the days pass quickly by;
And I want them to know my love,
Before the day comes they die.

Their love for each other,
Shines forth a great light;
The glow touches us all,
And makes our lives all right.


~Sandy Oidtman ~
This poem was written in honor of my Uncle Dave and Aunt Mary's
60th Anniversary. They still spend their days together in love.