Dec 2018
My heart breaks as I watch you question
whether you’ll see her again~
The woman you called “Honey”,
the woman you called “friend “.
The things that you’ve forgotten
in the Winter of your life~
Pierce into my saddened soul
as if they were a knife.
I know deep down, somewhere
in the hallows of your mind~
There still resides that strength and faith
that age has seemed to blind.
And our loving Lord takes care of this~
As if you were a child.
He wraps you in His strong, warm arms
and looks at you ~ and smiles.
LA Kirby
3/18/09
whether you’ll see her again~
The woman you called “Honey”,
the woman you called “friend “.
The things that you’ve forgotten
in the Winter of your life~
Pierce into my saddened soul
as if they were a knife.
I know deep down, somewhere
in the hallows of your mind~
There still resides that strength and faith
that age has seemed to blind.
And our loving Lord takes care of this~
As if you were a child.
He wraps you in His strong, warm arms
and looks at you ~ and smiles.
LA Kirby
3/18/09
I wrote this 2 years after my mother passed away. I’d spent some time with my dad, whose dementia was getting worse at age 94. It was difficult listening to the man I had always seen as my knight....so strong in body, mind, and faith....speak in doubt and fear. It broke my heart to see him this way...as if he were a child. My comfort came in knowing that God understands the aging process and that He was holding and loving my daddy through it all.
