A Day Late But Not Forgotten

A Day Late but not forgotten By Franklin Price 08/19/2023 Nineteen months and a day ago, my Barbara left this life She was my muse, my lover, was my darling and my wife. I'm in a Louisiana motel room, writing this a little late A little tired from traveling but feeling more than great This week found me helping out, the Captain grandkids in their house They were in the midst of PCS with more troubles than a mouse Furniture was broken, not delivered, maybe lost Boxes covered everything, they were all mixed up and tossed No day care available, for our Great grandson Dean All was so up in the air than anything they'd ever seen I was home in North Carolina when last week was getting through Thoughts from Barb came to me, there is something you must do. We'll get up in the morning and head for San Anton See what we can do to help them, to let them know they're not alone That we are still there for them, to help them with their things of note I know we'll make things better, although I have to work remote We got there Sunday afternoon, you were there within my heart All week we cleaned and painted, constructed some, and pulled apart We progressed by OJT, things moved from bad to good Constructed some new furniture made of metal, screws and wood We did whatever we could do, to give a helping hand We were given thanks for everything; appreciation, not demand My extra hands were helpful as was your help from up above I left their home this morning with much progression fed by love. As I'm headed home to NC, they are headed for Kentuck Cancer took another, nothing at all to do with luck Dalton's mother's father has passed to join you there Both of you remain still here, memories in us all who care