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
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