"Sixty-six years," he said,
As we stood with him to say goodbye
To Mom we thought. Not he. Instead
With truer view to live, to die
Dad spoke to her as though in bed
She lay waiting, apt to cry
Until his words reached her, tho dead.
"Good night sweetheart, I'll see you soon."
His love soothing our broken hearts
From somber notes to buoyant tune
He was master of language arts.
© Ron Unruh - Composed December 9, 2015 remembering a November 2008 evening when our family gathered with Dad after Mom died.