Father’s Day
Before dementia began to erase
his memories of his mother,
so beautiful in her lacy 1920’s
wedding dress, or his tall
broad shouldered, tuxedo clad
father. Before his earliest memories
of being the beloved first born
grandson grew pale and paler,
he collected photographs
labeled each in neat dark
handwriting, gave us the gift
of knowing what he’d soon forget.
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Beautiful tribute.
What Bill said, and how lucky you are to have labeled photographs!
A heartfelt poem, with truth and nostalgia…
Such a tender poem. Your ending was stunning:
“photographs
labeled each in neat dark
handwriting, gave us the gift
of knowing what he’d soon forget.”
Heartbreaking and yet full of joy somehow.