".....the biggest honors that exist, is to be able to take care of those older adults who ever cared for us too." I read the sentence up above About young man, who showed some love To his aging, now senile dad, Who'd shown same love to that young lad. The young man, with dad, out for meal, At restaurant, eyes on them, could feel, While many eyes on them did gaze The young lad, it did not, him, faze For dad, while doing what he could, Was spilling some of plated food, Not always finding opened mouth, So many spoonfuls travelled south. Frustration building up inside The fathers mind, son did not chide, Encouragement, instead did voice, Just bein' with dad, made son rejoice. "You cared for me, I'll care for you, It matters not, the acts, you do, I'll love you and I'm REALLY glad To care for you, my loving dad."
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies