Season of twilight
Your father will grow old and die, as will you and I.
And our children….
‘Tis best to make peace while peace can be made.
When he’s curmudgeonly, ornery, contrary or just plain cussed,
Picture a sign on a strand of hairy binder twine around his neck,
The sign laying against his chest
Jagged letters by infirm hand scrawled, that say:
Just keep in mind that it really means
“God, I need your love
now more than ever”
Hold me tenderly in your heart
Allow me dignity
As I sing my final song
No one knows the last line. ###
I’m not obsessed with death. This & “Back to Iowa” reflect what’s going on in my life. My in-laws come over for Sunday dinner. My wife was struggling with her dad. I wrote this for her on Christmas morning as I sat in the silence of Meeting for Worship.