To My Parents
This love of theirs
Will sweeten all our days
On through the years —
So that when sorrow comes — if come it must —
Its memory of faithfulness, and trust
Will sanctify our homes and peace bestow.
Though many a time their hearts had cause to break —
For joy in life goes hand in hand with woe:
Yet grief they bore, for each beloved one's sake —
Braving the bitter loss — the cruel blow.
Unseen, unheard, but ever at our side,
Easing the heavy burden by the way,
I like to think them near — each night— each day,
In close communion nothing can divide.
The Telegraph Brisbane Saturday 14 February 1953, p12.