Thursday, April 14, 2016
He lay looking out the window as I sat down by his bed.
"What is it that you're looking at?" and this is what he said.
"Look up there at those mountains, that I have ached to climb.
I just can't seem to make it, with these old broken legs of mine.
There are ragged tops a waiting, meadows in different shades of green,
The monarch elk's a bugling where the wild eagles scream.
There's a five pound lunker, swiming in a deep blue hole.
I know that I could catch him if I could carry up my pole
and turn over a rock in cold wet dirt, and gather a worm or two.
But I'm a little worn out. I've got some restin' I must do."
So he closed his eyes and I held his hand and I saw him faintly smile.
"I'll get the camp fire burning," he said "and I'll wait for you a while.
There's no need to hurry. It's okay to take your time.
I'd wait for you forever; my green eyed girl of mine."
I lied on the bed beside him. He kissed me on my cheek.
I didn't feel another breath, but I didn't need to weep.
For looking out the window, I could see this man, my love.
Climbing up that ragged mountain towards the clear blue sky above.
Susie Whiting~ 2015