Twilight, and then the hour of ten,

That brilliant point on the dial of time

Which, with Antlers, is the setting

For the most precious of all gems,

The jewel of parenthood.

If our parents are living,

Endeavor today to see all that they are,

And have been to us,

And let them know of it.

Be kind to them while you may.

If our parents have passed from this world,

Venerate their memory

In your every action and thought.

At this sacred hour for Antlers,

Let each of us breathe

The sweetest sentiment of all,
To our Beloved Parents.