Faye Sizemore

GIFT

I was once honored to know a man
One of the very most very dear
I’ve ever known in this land
I was so lucky for he was a friend to me
Never knowing him I’d be poor you see
He always greeted each day at dawn’s first light
So that nothing that day would escape his sight
And from him I learned how very sacred was all
From the beauty in the fields and marshes
To the lovely loneliness in a dove’s call
Unmindful as time passed us by
We watched geese against a fall sky
He took pains to point out to me
The importance in the helping of a friend
How it all comes back to you at the end
The things I would need to know
As on life’s journey I did go
The wonderful beauty of the winter skies
And how to read signs in people’s eyes
How to be patient and so to catch a fish
And how then to turn it into a great dish
We had many adventure in his little dory
He always took time to listen to a sad story
And at the end his advice was always sage
Before I knew it he was of great age

How I cried the day he died
He said he was an atheist
But I think that he lied.

©Copyright September 21, 2002 by Faye Sizemore