Obviously, I like to write. So today I am offering my poem, WINDS OF TIME, and dedicating to the persons living with Alzheimer’s and their caregivers.
My grandpa looked at me and said,
Once a man but twice a child.
I pondered on the words together,
Not knowing what he meant.
You see, my child, the things I need are all here in this room,
My cane, my dentures, my music box,
A good book worn, but true.
When I was just a child like you,
I accumulated things.
Red fire truck, much toys galore,
Gold chains, and rings, and things.
I left my home to explore the world,
Trekking mountains high and low.
Then one day I found my love,
That’s when I knew I would settle down for sure.
The house, the cars, the kids, the sports, and many concerts too,
All neatly wrapped—a prize.
An accolade bestowed to me for all the work and pride.
Suddenly, a body wracked with aches and pains and worry,
Struggling to navigate the slopes, the hills—in no hurry.
The house too big, just full of things,
Blue shirts last worn as teen.
Pearl necklace placed on my wife’s young neck,
While on the honeymoon.
I learned to cull repeatedly the things that I just don’t need.
One hundred plates, mind filled with hate,
Regretful thoughts and worry.
I look at you and wish that you won’t grow up in hurry.
I only wish for you my child,
To know that what is true,
To live a life that’s meaningful.
To love, to serve, to give it back,
Release it now, like honey.
That’s when you’ll know,
You did your part.
Now here’s your start,
Get on your mark,
Head held real high,
No flopping in a strong head wind.
Gary Rhule, September 23, 2104.