The Pathway- by Jenifer Martin

Walking steps to my front door

Goodnight Dad, I love you more.

Then comes a call in the middle of the night

A massive stroke, now in Life Flight.

Racing feet to the medical center

Frantically wondering if he will get better.

Doctor’s feet come in the room

Faces crying, filled with gloom.

Trembling feet in Hospice care

Shallow breathing fills the air.

Unsteady feet, I start to cry

I don’t want to say goodbye.

Floating feet, now you can soar

With the Lord forevermore.

Dragging feet as life moves on

How do I cope now that he is gone?

Surrounding feet will be my guide

Showing me that love abides.

Little feet will always be

Holding on to memories.

Sturdier feet, a year’s gone by

Since we said our last goodbye.

Heavenly feet show me the way

Until we reunite someday.

 

I love you Dad!  9-29-17