Strands of Silver, Leaves of Gold

by IvoryLady

I went back home the other day, as many times before,
No one came to greet me as I entered through the door.
I quietly stepped into my parents' room without a sound.
I saw heads of silver bent over the Good Book,
eyes looking down,

I heard leaves of gold rustle as silently they did read,
Understanding the words True and Faithful
in thought and in deed.
My heart tucked that picture deep inside
to remember and to heed;
Forever I will treasure, forever I will hold,
Strands of silver, leaves of gold.