Dad

Dear Dad,

It was good to see you for a short visit.

In many ways, you're still Dad.

Witty, sarcastic, winsome.

But hard to really know.

Your spirit fights to stay in life's loop,

like shopping for a truck.

Though you'll never again drive a truck,

 we humor you.

It seems almost the cruel but the right thing to do.

You share memories of life
on an Arkansas farm 75 years ago.
Your house had long porches, a study with a library table
and painted wood floors. No phone or air conditioning.

Yet you don't always know the day of the week.
It seems you search your mind to connect the dots
of confused thoughts.

 But for these visits you know me and we talk and laugh
and for that I am grateful.
love you,
Barb