Dear Old Man

Your brown eyes they look so distant and blue,

As you sit there fumbling with the laces on your shoe.

Your hands once so steady, tremble as they reach for mine.

With your mind in this crippled state, I wish we had more time.

More time to talk about life while we sip on some hot herbal tea.

More time to travel to places you always dreamed and wished to see.

Oh how I long to hear you laugh out loud, like you did at times before.

The warm smile you gave when I kissed your cheek each time as I headed out the door.

I want to dance with my father again, have you lead as you gently nudge my toes.

I want to taste your delicious sandwiches that always had me asking for more.

But you’re struggling to recall my face, curious as to who I may be;

And though I’ve said my name each time you’ve asked, you still don’t recognize me.

I grieve your mind being held hostage, with no justice to receive for this crime.

Though this disease is unfair, our biggest enemy is still time.

So I’ll hold your hands more tighter, embrace you every chance that I get;

And even though you won’t know me I pray that somehow you know I will love you until my dying breath.

Love Forever,

Your Bunny.