My Father, the Teacher

Matthew 18:3 And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven". I remember my father's decline A man of respect and polish Becoming more and more infantile Until the inevitable finish I ponder this strange process Leaving exactly as he came in Eyes bound by laws of trust Never contemplating the idea of sin Do souls of such integrity Heartbroken from limitations Offer one last gift of love Without any explanations? And was his love so great That until the very end He put away his pride Trying to show me how to live? For my coworker and dear friend Ray, whose father is experiencing the exact same decline as my father two years ago.