When Dad was alive, this swing sat in the backyard,
overlooking his gardens.
He and Mom spent many a moment
together, sitting there, contemplating the days
events, or just quietly swaying.
Dad is gone now, and the swing
now sits in my side yard.
Mom is still with us, and has
recently been diagnosed with Alzhiemer's.
Monday, as she sat on that same swing,
I couldn't help but tear up.
Times have changed,
and the her future so unclear.
I miss my Dad terribly,
and wish like Hell he were here to
hold her again, and let her know
everything will be ok.
Like before.
