Where is my father?
He is not here.
He has left this world
and us, we fear.
He walks and talks
and asks us where
he lives and why
he is not there.
He tries to leave
his own house and wife
To find his mother
who left this life.
He says we are not his
we beg him stay
he hides his meds
and sneaks away.
We follow him
as he wanders
down the road
to places yonder
He stops and stares
as through town he roams
But this is not his town
so we bring him home.
"Who is that woman?"
He asks in tears.
"It is your wife
of 50 years"
"That is not her,
mine was younger.
I must go find her
not stay here longer."
We calm him down
and take him to his bed
and watch in darkness
until he rests his head.
His wife crawls in
and holds him fast
He weeps and hugs her
and sleeps at last.
Tomorrow is
another day
like the last one
We fear and pray.
We ask God's help
but know not what to ask
to make him better
or make this his last...
Day on earth
So he can rest
and meet his maker
and feel his best
Where are my fathers?
Both in heaven above.
Some day I'll join them
Reunited in love.
written by the son-in-law of a man
called "Big Red' whom he calls father.
April 27, 2010
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