In a peaceful home
three children roam,
looked after by two,
the bride and the groom.
One terrible night
a terrible fright,
news of death,
Dad put to rest.
Their strength, it grew,
six months, four and two:
three sparks of light
to keep her a-flight.
She braved it through
as her kids grew and grew.
They were running around
with leaps and with bounds.
Then he came into her life,
took her as his wife,
growing a bond
to forever stay strong.
Then around Christmas time,
thirteen, eleven and nine,
the three children knew
he was young, he was new.
As they cradled him there
in the old armchair,
their lives changed again.
Home was not the same.
It was better.