I took time away from writing while Dad had another case of bronchial pneumonia and a few other concerns. But thanks to prayers, modern medicine, and diligent helpers he’s back on track. And so am I.
We’ve had a lot of company lately. All three of my sisters and some of their kids and grandkids have been by and visited off and on for a few days. When everyone’s here it’s busy and fun for Dad even though he likes peace and quiet, too. But when he’s not feeling well and his body breaks down or gets infected he gets a little discouraged.
However, if I could give Dad the Medal of Honor it would be etched in gold for this one quality above all, “HE NEVER COMPLAINS!”.
So tonight I honor him with an early Father’s Day poem:
THE OLD MAN’S LAMENTATION
“I’ve lived too long,” the old man said,
Looking sadly at his daughter.
“I’ve figured out what the problem is.
I’ve lived longer than I oughter!”
You see that man was one hundred and one
Confined to bed and wheelchair.
His wife and friends were all in heaven.
He’d wondered how he’d feel there.
Convinced that there was so much more
Than watching a TV rerun,
Perhaps with the angels he could fly
Or maybe even be one.
“Not so!” the daughter challenged back,
Herself well in her sixties.
“You still have so much more to do.
Here’s some problems. You can fix these.
“Your children and your children’s kids
Love to gather ‘round at your house.
And when your grandkids marry
They’ve been known to bring a new spouse.
“And with that spouse come many more,
Some babies, girls and boys,
Who join to meet their great grandpa
And giggle, bounce and rejoice!
“You also have some helper gals
That benefit from your caring.
When you pay them they can pass it on–
In that way you’re still sharing.
“You set a sterling example
Of enduring well to the end.
As others come to serve you
You’ve become their lifelong friend.
“Through your tired old eyes they see anew
A man who once was young.
They learn and listen to the stories you tell
And sing songs that you have sung.
“They wonder when they’re near their end
Will they have the grit and fortitude
To patiently wait upon the Lord
With your cheerful faith-filled attitude?”
The old man’s neck was very sore,
His heavy head bent over.
His knees were weak, his body tired.
He’d made one more day so far.
Thus, after putting him to bed
His daughter gave fair warning.
She tucked him in and dimmed the light
Saying, “See you in the morning!”