Just Folks                                         I am like him, so they say,     Who was dead before I came. Cheeks and mouth and eyes of gray    Have been fashioned much the same.   I am like her, so they say,    Who was dead ere I was born, And I walk the self-same way    On the paths her feet have worn.   There is that within my face    And the way I hold my head Which seems strangely to replace    Those who long have joined the dead.   Thus across the distance far    In the body housing me Both my great-grandparents are    Kept alive in memory.

 

 



In memory of our dear grandparents
Russell and Vergie Rock 1925