His hands were gnarled and twisted,
He sat in his bed trying to read a book,
Page by page he struggled,
His body trembled and shook…

He knew his life would soon be over,
So he prepared to meet his maker,
He mumbled as he looked at the pages,
Watching him was a heart breaker…

The years had taken their toll,
On this man made of steel,
He was not equaled by anyone,
But his crisis was so real…

I wondered if he would recognize me,
As I approached his bed,
I said Dad do you know me,
And then he lifted his head…

His face had a blank stare,
As he looked at me he mumbled,
I knew it would be my last visit,
As I spoke, I stammered and stumbled…

I said Dad know that I love you,
No matter if you recognize me at all,
Always remembering how you picked me up,
When I started to fall…

That is why I am here Dad,
To do the same for you,
At the end of your life,
I will help you see this through…

I knew he didn’t recognize me,
So I turned away,
The tears rolled down my face,
I knew this was his last day…

 
Dedicated to my father who will be deceased 20 years 
in January of 2008…
and to all those who have a parent 
with alzheimers disease

 
Bobemakk@optonline.net

©2007