times were hard
and friends were few
jobs were rare
employers insist you join the queue .
with ten childrens mouths to feed
and a brand new home to run
my parents prayed for a miracle
the good lord gave them one .
my dad heard of employment
though its seventy miles away
so he set off walking
he hopes to make it in two days .
on monday evening
my mums called round to mrs jones
my fathers on the telephone
spending the last coin that he owns .
he's got the job in the factory
and he'll sleep in a makeshift tent
until he earns enough to send home
money for food and rent .
i heard mum tell him she loved him
more than all the gold on earth
as my father whispered to her
she was all his life was worth .
there weretears streaming down her cheek
yet in her eyes i saw new hope
she thanked god for the miracle
her family would now cope .
we got through that fateful winter
thanks to the sacrifice my parents made
and for as long as i am living
the memory will never fade.
i know they loved each other
to the bottom of their hearts
and that love grew ever stronger
though they were seventy miles apart .
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