Like leaves falling off of trees with the advance of winter
my Dad’s memories are caught up in the winds of change
as he struggles to remember my name
I watch his eyes wander off to other times
back to the “good old days”
when he was young and viral
a proud Marine and father of three
he will always be
my hero
sometimes his eyes are clear and when he looks at me
I can see the man he use to be even though he’s ninety-three
sometimes suddenly he talks rationally
but those days are fading away
as I watch him every day
waiting for a miracle to come his way
I wait
and pray
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The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff 