Silver Strands

Each silver strand has a story to tell I watched them all appear As that dark haired beauty of a bride I took Journeyed with me through the years The first long streak of silver hair Made the scene on that tragic day When a driver who had too much to drink Sent her wonderful father on his way The second strand – on the other side Came after a night of angst and pain But her labor resulted in our first born son To whom we gave her father’s name There are strands there from the measles And strands when I lost my job Strands from the world’s upheavals And strands from the night that we got robbed But each flowing strand of silver hair Helps frame that beautiful face Of the brave and courageous woman Who in my heart always has a place