Dad's Faith

DAD’S FAITH At the end, there were too many days And dust, not from his own plodding. The warmer memories of his best days In ways fell past; now there was nodding. I’d heard of those with greater faith, But had really nothing to compare; Ill health had reduced him to a wraith, Though he didn’t much seem to care. Spring stood empty, but the sky held clouds, So the cold rain came as no surprise. He left us bereft, memory enshrouds; I can still see the faith in his eyes.