I'll give honor and respect where they are due, Mom and Dad, that begins with you. How big are the words? No one knows, But, I've seen each day how much they grow. They're not just words to write in a poem, But, from deep within, is where they are born. Pure honor and respect cannot be bought, But, it's through living, that, they are taught. God has placed His Hands on you two, And to His service, you both have been true. So many have had havoc and chaos in life, Their homes full of hatred and strife. And to His service, you both have been true. A home of love, for us, you did provide, And, for everyone, your doors were open wide. You may never know how many lives you have touched, As into His will, your lives you have thrust. The Godly image you've stamped in our hearts, Is something that no one can tear apart. It wasn't always the words that you said, But rather the deeds, that stuck in my head. You raised us right, without a doubt, That's what honor and respect are all about. Of all the things you could give me today, I most value the lives you lived before me, day by day. So, of all the things you have I can see, This treasure shall my inheritance be! For, if God ever made perfect parents, you see, I know that He surely gave them to me. You planted the seeds of right in our hearts, And, He said, when we're old, we would not depart. So, take courage, dear parents, in the words that He spoke, And know by His Word, our wills will be broke. When the day is through, and your race is run, Just lift your heads to the "Rising Son"! I love and respect you more that words can say! Your daughter, Sherry 8/12/2001