One night in 1944,
An young man came knocking at their door.
He wanted a place to stay,
So my Great Grandma said okay.
My Grandma was just his age,
So they started dancing on stage.
They grew up with each other,
And they are still living together.
Drew Nofer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-story-of-my-grandparents/
