The Day We Met Arthur

There was a cool breeze in the air At this location I sat and silently stared My spouse was here by my side Here we were visiting the place- where I was once dressed as the bride The flowers laid by the pond so cheery While we would think of a timeless theory The memory brought us back to an ageless treasure While we walked here at our leisure The tips of the trees brushed back with a degree A storm was brewing it was easy to see Then out of the corner of our eyes- came a man all dressed up with pride He was wearing his fishing gear And with his personality so carefree as he appeared We spoke to him of what if any fish he had caught And smiled and shared his stories that he had sought He then asked my husband if he wanted to learn how to fly fish We turned toward him and said we’d return if you wish We came back to him and helped him with his rod His eyes looked so happy his soul seem to nod He talked up storm and I stood and listened with patience Although with his slow moves was wearing quietly on my impatience Then the skies turned to angry steel I knew in a moment a thunderstorm would wheel A crack of thunder rattled overhead And sent me a message get in the car or dread The rain came down at sideways angle Soon the fisherman’s lines would tangle My husband came up running to the car The storm took over it was so bizarre My husband told me he was a dieing man There I was with my new book in my hand He told me Arthur had a stroke He had Alzheimer disease and was dieing of cancer Then my heart just spoke I gave him my new book and signed my name I told him to read it to his wife if that’s all the same He turned and smiled, He had the spirit of a young child (This story was written for Arthur Who is dieing of cancer and suffers the early stages of Alzheimer disease May his living years ring out with sprit!)