TRIBUTE TO THE UNSUNG
A Reunion, a gathering, a meal in the park,
A Bowlby meeting again.
On tales of the past we quickly embark,
On the exploits and daring of men.We glory and swell at ancestral deeds.
We search for the pride that we feel.
We survey the wants and also the needs,
And find, One thing stands out quite real.Our stature today, and our spirit as well
Has been given from Bowlby of yore.
But one thing shows up as clear as a bell.
Our In-Laws have given much more.They lead us on though each trial and strife,
And soothe us when plans go astray.
She may be a mother or warm loving wife.
Our bulwark with each passing day.Our strength and our courage we ply on the world
To accomplish the thing we believe.
And when this picture is completely unfurled
Our In-Laws this portrait did weave.She taught us love and compassion for men,
And that brute force was not always right.
She patted and rocked us again and again
And cared for our ills in the night.These are our mothers and wives dear and sweet;
The ones who stand strong and true;
Who will listen with pride to each glowing feat.
And will listen to our troubles too.
What are we today? We Bowlbys by name.
The product of In-Laws, no less.
And our In-Laws, by gum, are the best in the game,
Because they were chosen by us.By John Grismore
