I sat at the end of his bed, watching him struggle for his last breath and finally giving up the fight. It was ten years ago….a decade….one tenth of a century….and yet it feels like I was just in that hospital room yesterday.
Since I posted the poem on the anniversary of her passing that I wrote for my mom, I will do the same for my dad without using more words than necessary to honor him. I wrote and read this poem after the birch tree was planted and a plaque was revealed on a rock in his memory at our local park. I miss you dad.
As Seasons Change
We give these gifts of nature in your name,
to forever keep you near.
To take root in a place you kept close to your heart,
and represent the things you hold dear.
Your rock will remind us to always be strong,
and to remain solid in the lives we love.
And follow in the examples you gave us in life,
as you look upon us from above.
Your tree will remind us to accept the changes,
of seasons that come and go.
As the tree becomes bare at times in our life,
new leaves will blossom in time to show
that nature is beautiful and life has a season,
but all things do come to an end.
And with each change and leaf that is lost,
family and friendships help to mend.
Branches sway in the winds of time,
and your whispers will be heard in the breeze.
Your memory lives on in the nature around us,
in the air, the rocks and the trees.