“All of these leaves were brand new just a few months ago.”
This was the first thing dad said as we left the doctor’s office,
having just heard the biopsy results were positive.
Piles of them all around us, once ablaze
now brown and lifeless.
We walked to the car, his
every step deliberate and slow,
And I could almost feel his reminiscence in the air
like a warm whisper of sunshine
on that chilly November afternoon.
He was raking those leaves with his thoughts,
putting them in neat little piles, organized in a way
only he understood.
And that raking made him feel better somehow – made him
feel more ready.
And with that I helped him into the car, and I turned up
the heat as high as it would go… With it’s help and all my heart
we struggled to ward off winter’s chill, if only
for just a little while more.
I was reading it while listening to the end of the 54th Grammy’s – Sir Paul McCartney’s Golden Slumbers. The written words seemed magnified by the music and the was no distraction from eyes to page. Bravo Bigness. the words are eloquent and welcoming.
Thanks for sharing
ricky
Thanks!