In this autumnal mess of illness
and death i am bereft - stretched
upon the rack of reality i confess
that once upon a boyhood day
i saw those pearly blue robins'
eggs, i knew how much i did not
know and i knew for the first time
my family was poor i loved them 
so; more than words can say.
Now I watch my mother cry
after 70 years of marriage
to the orphan boy who knew
the rough edges of the world
settled for a girl who loved him so.
Had no family on his wedding day
but built one slowly,  day-by-day.