Jim and His War Bride
Jim brought his war bride home from World War Two.
They were happy with each other, their feuds were few.
They had three daughters by nineteen fifty-two.
Two had eyes of brown, youngest had eyes of blue.
They settled in the US State of I.O. Way.
Their accomplished daughters live there still today.
A nurse, a doctor, and a designer with sway.
They worked harder than they could ever play.
Mom and dad worked together, one told me.
We learned from them that freedom is not free.
God and country first, then you can have some glee.
Two kids who met each other, across a deep blue sea.
Raised the most wonderful daughters, who know how to work.
They have a work ethic unknown to many who shirk.
Tolerance is important, a blending of countries sound as pitter pat.
They would have existed if their parents had not realized that.
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