It had been a restless
Night.
At 3:00 A.M.
I couldn't sleep and
Thought of my dad.
At age 90, he moved in
With me
And lived for six
More years.
His memories of rattling around in
The rambling farm house
Stayed with him.
"When you live alone,
For awhile,
With no one to talk to,
You begin not to feel right,"
He told me.
I agreed with him last night.
It just feels so wrong to be
Alone.
I was surprised,
With my ponderous musings,
That I was able to
Go back to sleep.
And when I awoke this morning
My mood was still heavy.
I needed fresh courage
And hope.
So I waited, and
Waited,
And waited till my other
Father's thoughts invaded
Mine.
"I love you, Dorothy.
We'll go through this
Together."
And I got up,
Ready to face the day.