Memories of Dad

Mom wrote this poem at the passing of Grandpa Harley Taft...it seems appropriate for her as well:

Memories of Dad

He lay alone,

Tho we were there,

And dealt with shadows

And despair.

Who knows what thoughts

Filled his mind,

As death sought

To break the ties that bind.

In agaony,

We watched him there.

We held his hand

And stroked his hair.

There was so little

We could say

As we sat beside him,

Night and day.

He grew weaker

As each day passed.

Till his gentle smile

Was stilled, at last.

We weep,

Because he's here no more.

Yet, know he's safe

On that far shore.

Where all is bright

And, oh so fair!

I know one day

We'll meet him there.