His hands were on his hips when he said, "Good-bye".
"Don't stay too long, Son", his father said, a tear in his eye.
His Mom ran and kissed him again, her quivering lips he felt.
He smiled and said he'd be back soon and waved as he left.
And he really intended on seeing them in a few days.
But days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and the years slipped away.
His Dad was the first to go and his Mom wasn't far behind
And the thoughts of not going back still burns in his mind.
Oh, don't take for granted, they will always be there.
Go put your arms around them and let them know you care.
© Copyright 2002, by Gene Minix.
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