Peaking out the upstairs window that misty morning
The vice around my heart tightened as I watched him walk away
His gait like yesterday and the yesterday before
But looks can be oh-so deceiving
I snap a picture of him with my eye
Wondering if it was to be the last
Emotions flooded through my heart and out my eyes
Humble, Caring, Selfless, Sacrificing, Passionate, Missioner
Just a few words to describe a man I’d grown to respect so
If heaven were to open its doors today it would gain a precious soul
Endless constant prayer
A broken phone call
Our worst fears realized
Diligent surgeon hands
Working the seemingly impossible
A new chance at life
Hugging him tightly, tears spilling over
Realizing the importance of making time,
Saying those words
And never, ever taking today for granted again.
*This is my perspective on the day My father-in-law had a massive heart attack this past spring while we were traveling with them in Europe – celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary. He survived a triple bypass surgery and is now in good health and walking three miles a day.
A lovely poem. Yes! We must be thankful indeed for everyday. It must not be taken for granted.
You are welcome.
Mind checking out my poem on Day 10: Farewell? https://iamjishnu.wordpress.com/2015/12/19/farewell-to-the-universe/
Thank you. Heading there now. 🙂
Again, a beautiful snapshot of your heart. Poetry can be more true to emotions, especially raw ones. You do a superb job at the visual component of poetry.
Thank you. I think that’s what surprised me the most about these exercises – expressing raw emotions.