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.
Copyright © Michael Seeger | Year Posted 2015
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