A Mountain of a Man
He crawled methodically up the stairs
A man of six foot four
To what would become his death bed
As he did each night as before
He insisted at being at dinner
With the family while he still could
His family no longer argued the point
Of what he shouldn't or should
I only happened to be there at
this moment to see it all
To see this man's physical reduction
To that of a toddlers crawl
He had mastered a plan from
Point A to B resting part way on elbow and knee
I quietly stood he never saw me
Somehow that's how I felt it should be
He had struggled to keep
manly pride intact
Deciding for self what he
did or not lack
He made his way on his own
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2023
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