On Seeing Tenderness In Childhood

Very few really tender moments in my childhood do I find. My memories abound with normal things, and also with happy celebrations, failures and successes, good times and bad. But I recall one day visiting a man from church. Inside his small apartment my mother took me. I can’t remember why. I just recall this elderly white-haired man waiting on his white-haired wife with absolute tenderness. She did not even know him, really. Alzheimers had claimed her. But he hovered over her with the enduring and endearing patience and love born from years and years of companionship and true intimacy that no disease can obliterate. June 14, 2021 For Malabika Ray Choudhury's 'A Tender Moment in Childhood' Contest Entered July 4 for 'A Brian Strand July 4' Poetry Contest