With an ounce of their love potion

With an ounce of their love potion

Our father was a quiet man
Simple words well spoken
Made it seem so easy
In a loving caring way.

A pipe as his companion
Satisfied, contented
Practiced peaceful mindfulness
Before it was invented.

His principles imprinted
As are those of our mother
A legacy of love remains
In the eyes of one another.

We’re lucky to have met them
Reared with such devotion
I hope we have inherited
An ounce of their love potion.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

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