Father
Morris with Larry at his home, 2014
I Cry
A tear begins to form
In the corner of my eye
As I look at my dad
Laying there so helpless
As he sighs
More tears begin to form
As I leave
Him lying there
As I grieve
Thinking he may leave
Tears come flooding down
As I reflect
Of the years, of the joy
Times of love
We have had.
Great sobs come
But not the release I seek
I pray for yet another day
But knowing he may not stay
Larry Mixson August 2020