About two years after my father passed away my husband and I visited a local farm that sells produce and other goods. There I saw a young couple pushing an elderly man in a wheel chair. Though much darker skinned than I, something about his countenence dr
My husband and I talked, of our parents gone to Heaven
This produce farm, we agreed would bring them pleasure
as would the yeasty smell, of the fresh baked bread of leaven
Not so long ago, I had been caring for my father
After Momma died, he needed help from his children
It was our pleasure, because he was so pleasant
and I never will forget, his cute closed-mouth grin
Daddy liked to dress up, for Sunday's church service
He took great care to fix his, white hair just right
He liked some help, in picking out his church shirt
And with his tie, hat and suit, he made a very handsom sight
I was thinking of these memories, while looking at some pumpkins
And missing Daddy so much, wanting just one more hug
In the corner of my eye, I caught some motion full of color
And was turned to it, by the curiosity bug
In my view came a sight, that instantly struck my heart
A young man and woman, dressed in their Sunday best
Was pushing an older gentleman, in a wheelchair
He wore a snappy hat, bright tie, shirt and vest
His dark-skinned face, looked up at me and smiled
A smile so wide and white, it swept me away
I was instantly overcome, by a storm of deep emotions
And searched frantically in heart and mind, for words I could not say
Something about his countenance, was so familiar
Though much more darkskinned, he was so much like my Dad
Dressed sharply and hatted, he made a grand appearance
Though elderly and handicapped he was proudly clad
Yet he had a sweetness, that glowed from his kind face
And tenderly he looked at me, with goodness in his eyes
His large dark eyes, were so much like Daddy's
And looking into them, I knew he was wise
Suddenly I found myself, stooping at his chairside
Tears streaming as I introduced myself, and said
"Forgive me sir, but you remind me of my Daddy
He was a very handsome man like you, but now he's dead."
He placed his frail but loving hand, upon my head and patted
"That's okay honey," he said sweetly, in a soft soothing voice
Then told me instictively, the things I needed to hear
He spoke of the beautiful day, and reasons to rejoice
I hugged him tightly and said, "I love you, today God has blessed me"
"Yes child! He has blessed me too, by giving me a purpose this day."
And you have made an old man happy, by making me important
And taking into your heart the things I have to say."
As he and I communed together, in a mysterious stunning encounter
My husband and the couple watched, in amazment at the scene
We learned about each other's families, and how much they were alike
We shared a belief in God and country, in family and living clean
The son and old gentleman were pastors,
As my father and brother had been
We also had large families
And treasured all our kin
I did not want to leave, but stay holding his black hand
He wanted to keep my white one, clasped snuggly in his
We both knew God had brought us, together to do his work
Of bringing joy to each other, that we sealed with a gentle kiss
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-09-03 at 19:14
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Stunning Encounter
On a bright fall Sunday, as we wandered through the marketMy husband and I talked, of our parents gone to Heaven
This produce farm, we agreed would bring them pleasure
as would the yeasty smell, of the fresh baked bread of leaven
Not so long ago, I had been caring for my father
After Momma died, he needed help from his children
It was our pleasure, because he was so pleasant
and I never will forget, his cute closed-mouth grin
Daddy liked to dress up, for Sunday's church service
He took great care to fix his, white hair just right
He liked some help, in picking out his church shirt
And with his tie, hat and suit, he made a very handsom sight
I was thinking of these memories, while looking at some pumpkins
And missing Daddy so much, wanting just one more hug
In the corner of my eye, I caught some motion full of color
And was turned to it, by the curiosity bug
In my view came a sight, that instantly struck my heart
A young man and woman, dressed in their Sunday best
Was pushing an older gentleman, in a wheelchair
He wore a snappy hat, bright tie, shirt and vest
His dark-skinned face, looked up at me and smiled
A smile so wide and white, it swept me away
I was instantly overcome, by a storm of deep emotions
And searched frantically in heart and mind, for words I could not say
Something about his countenance, was so familiar
Though much more darkskinned, he was so much like my Dad
Dressed sharply and hatted, he made a grand appearance
Though elderly and handicapped he was proudly clad
Yet he had a sweetness, that glowed from his kind face
And tenderly he looked at me, with goodness in his eyes
His large dark eyes, were so much like Daddy's
And looking into them, I knew he was wise
Suddenly I found myself, stooping at his chairside
Tears streaming as I introduced myself, and said
"Forgive me sir, but you remind me of my Daddy
He was a very handsome man like you, but now he's dead."
He placed his frail but loving hand, upon my head and patted
"That's okay honey," he said sweetly, in a soft soothing voice
Then told me instictively, the things I needed to hear
He spoke of the beautiful day, and reasons to rejoice
I hugged him tightly and said, "I love you, today God has blessed me"
"Yes child! He has blessed me too, by giving me a purpose this day."
And you have made an old man happy, by making me important
And taking into your heart the things I have to say."
As he and I communed together, in a mysterious stunning encounter
My husband and the couple watched, in amazment at the scene
We learned about each other's families, and how much they were alike
We shared a belief in God and country, in family and living clean
The son and old gentleman were pastors,
As my father and brother had been
We also had large families
And treasured all our kin
I did not want to leave, but stay holding his black hand
He wanted to keep my white one, clasped snuggly in his
We both knew God had brought us, together to do his work
Of bringing joy to each other, that we sealed with a gentle kiss
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
Read 492 times
Written on 2008-09-03 at 19:14
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