He lives with quiet strength and humble confidence
Never one to draw attention to himself
Always quick to see a need that he could meet.
Perhaps it began as the hero-worship of a child
I learned to trust his integrity as an immovable pillar
His wisdom as a sure and solid foundation.
As he ages, I come to terms with his humanity
Watch him struggle as frailty erodes his confidence
Pain and loss push us reluctantly to this point.
He lies broken in a hospital bed
I don’t need for him to be strong for me anymore
But I cannot bear to see his pain.
I look away, unable to face his pain
If only I could come to his rescue
To promise that everything will be all right.
But it isn’t true.
It’s just not true.
If I could pound my fists against the skies
I would rail against the evil that crept in
and bit by bit stole his strength and his hope.
I don’t want to walk this path.
I’m too afraid.