Wednesday, January 29, 2020

FINDING THEIR WAY BACK HOME


In spite of all his hopes and wishes and the many hours he would pray
he watched as the gleam in his father’s eyes as well as his memories faded away.

And even after his light went out and he no longer knew his name
when he was but a stranger to him…he’d visit…just the same

And he would tell him stories picked from his memory
of how he used to read him books as he sat upon his knee.

Of the times they’d play catch in their front yard
how he taught him how to swim
of all the times they were together
just his dad…and him

He’d remind him how he loved to play games
how it didn’t matter if he’d lose…or win..
he’d mention all the things they’d seen
and all the places they had been.

He would sit for hours…his stories flowing out with ease
and he felt blessed to be sharing…a lifetime of memories.

When asked why he sits for hours with a person who no longer knows his name
He simply smiles politely for his answer is always the same

“I’m reminding him of all the fun we’ve had
all the places we have roamed…
and since all these memories began with him

I’m making sure they find their way back home.”

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