My Father, the Teacher
Matthew 18:3
And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little
children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven".
I remember my father's decline
A man of respect and polish
Becoming more and more infantile
Until the inevitable finish
I ponder this strange process
Leaving exactly as he came in
Eyes bound by laws of trust
Never contemplating the idea of sin
Do souls of such integrity
Heartbroken from limitations
Offer one last gift of love
Without any explanations?
And was his love so great
That until the very end
He put away his pride
Trying to show me how to live?
For my coworker and dear friend Ray, whose father is experiencing
the exact same decline as my father two years ago.
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011
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