Elizabeth's Vigil with her Fatherbygreenmountaineer©
"How do I love Thee? Let me count the ways"
I scribbled by your bed. Soon after dawn
you used to change my diaper. Before lawn
and garden work or golf on Saturday
you counted little piggies. On Sunday
in the morning you said that prayer is song
and sang "You Are My Sunshine" until yawn
became a smile. Tonight with some dismay
you rummage through the Daily News to find
the comics. Then you say "Elizabeth,
I think that Popeye's dead" and I'm reminded
it's the hour for your prayer of faith
when you say " but God willing, I'm inclined
to believe he still loves you after death."
for my wife who is caring for her father