Time Will Never Age My Love For You

I remember vividly when your strong hands picked me up as you were playing with me as a child. Now they tremble as, I sadly watch you bring the food up with your fork. I remembered when your mind was so sharp, now your slow to remember our names. How you sacrificed working in a foreign land, struggling with a new language supporting your family. Now You struggle with your seizures that overcome you from time to time. You were a sculpturer, a painter, a writer, a champion for human rights. Now you take your medications and take things at a much slower pace, not participating in who you were. Your hair was black, your smile radiated, and your energy flourished. Now your hair has turned gray, your experiences are shown on the lines on your face. I can remember your presentations of your artwork at major universities, and the stories from your homeland, that you shared with impressed college students. How they loved your treasured works. The sculptures you presented to president Reagan, and other famous people you loved. The news articles on you and your prized works. The admiration felt toward you by countless friends and many admirers. Dad one thing time will never age, and that's the love my heart will always have for you... Michael Tor 9/14/2015