More Than Ever

As I sit next to you
my hand resting on your arm,
you sleep.
But still your hands tremor.
I want to rub the Parkinsons
out through your finger tips–
to slow what it is taking
from your life.
I watch you through tears
and memories of years of
adoration and love.
Now, my father,
you lean on me.
You rest.
Feel my love and gratitude
for all that we have shared.
I will treasure this moment
when you open your eyes,
look into mine
and ask,
“Do you still love me?””More than ever.

 

“Dedicated to my Dad,
David Timothy Lane
who fought the good fight until June 14, 2015.