Brian

Brian, my Father-In-Law

Knew the philosophical score

As he did implore to the poor

To work hard and not be sore. 

He’d the wisdom to know to grow

Your heavenly peace of the sow

And to ensue what is to pursue

That flourished and grew anew. 

He was a keen gardener and nourished

What predominantly aptly flourished,

But sadly he has the condition dementia –

A suffering partnership and family torture. 

My mother perseveres with tears,

As quickly passing are the years,

But she has a care to humbly share,

Tending to his needs of being a pair. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/04/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.