“Why are you sad, Daddy?”
“I was thinking about Grandpa.”
Pale blue eyes,
Colored by the horror of war in the South Pacific,
Once filled with promise in the redemption of a returning Marine,
Alive, warm in the embrace of young love,
Those eyes, stern and fair, glowed with pride for his family and grew calm with the wisdom of a well-lived life.
But in the twilight before his mind disappeared, those eyes begged me to stay;
Lenses clouded, they pleaded to understand the loss of will and control.
Eyes that searched mine for peace, finality,
Until the last flicker of reason was but a pale blue whisper,
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too.”
“We love each other.”
“Yes, we do.”
D. Price Williamson is a veteran, dad, lawyer, occasional writer, and wannabe outdoorsman and athlete. He lives in Pennsylvania with his wife, youngest daughter, and a silly dog named Isabel.