Treasure Our Past

She trails behind
Taking her time.
She looks down
At the ground
And steps on the leaves
To make a crunching sound.
I stop and wait,
And she walks ahead,
Backwards along the path.
Perhaps, in time she’ll progress the same,
And I’ll labor behind in halting pain
In her wake again.
These tender moments, how long will they last?
They’ve already gone by much too fast,
But in the end, I’m thankful for being there
To provide care,
And, after our lives have passed
There’s always heaven to treasure our past.

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