THE BONDING
The old man was getting weary,
He wished to die, life seemed dreary,
Old and bent, could not walk alone,
He ached in heart and in every bone.

Then a miracle happened one cold day,
A new sweet grandchild came his way,
Many long miles he travelled to see her
And that is when the miracle did occur.

The old man and baby bonded you see,
Had they been together before, now, eternally?
It was a joy to see them together in love,
His old worn body, she as soft as a dove.

His appetite returned, he grew quite strong,
Years fell away, found his voice, sang songs,
Walked on his own holding the child in the air,
Two closer spirits could not be found anywhere.

Moments of joy, midst the pain of old age,
A journal of love to sweetly tell on every page,
Yet it could not last and weaker he grew,
That sweet little girl was with him right through.

Papa’s in heaven they said to ease her pain,
But I want my Papa back with me again,
She sees a man with a cane or in a wheel chair
And hopes that it is her old papa sitting there.

The comfort of knowing that family loves never dies,
That we can be together in heaven above the skies
Brings comfort and solace to those who do wait,
For a love like that does not part at heaven’s gate.

M Ann Margetson April 17, 2002