Heart

My father in the heights, Please keep me in your sight Cuz Parkinson's takes its toll On mind, body, and soul. I need someone to help me cope Someone to feed me hope Sweet words fall from his lips Long after our courtship His grin, his greatest charm, My home is in his arms I am safe in his embrace My love, my ace He has strong faith in you He'll help my faith grow too Together we'll pray each day Then listen to what you say Father, I hope you agree This prayer, my honest plea I trust you to find the right man Please put my heart into his hands Author notes Copyright 2016 Jolene Cheyney Second poem written after 15 year hiatus from writing. After so long of a break from the hobby I wonder how to make my poetry better. 1-23-16 An orchestral piece in the style of Mozart was written for this poem by Joshua A.I. j