ON A SUNNY SPRING DAY.
Tom, a weary farmer, wrinkled brown and hair grey,
gazed from his veranda on a sunny Spring Day.
A sweet voice is calling as he rocked in his chair,
'Prepare for Me, child', but he continues to stare.
His wife is close by, knitting a beautiful shawl
for her granddaughter to wear to the debutante ball.
Every stitch sewn is with much love, and she’s proud.
She wants her granddaughter to stand out in the crowd.
Old Tom notices his land has changed from the past,
where once there were lush crops where his young eyes once cast.
A sweet voice is calling as he holds this in view;
'Your Sunset is near, child', maybe Tom somehow knew.
And Tom reminisced of the young days on the farm
as he gazed from his chair, feeling peaceful and calm.
And the sweet voice then calls on the gentle Spring breeze,
'Come home to me, child', and old Tom’s soul was at ease.
Farmer Tom’s wife glanced over, “Wake up, sleepy head!”
But Tom did not respond to a word that she said.
“Come on now, my boy, and don’t make out you can’t hear!
Tom, Tom! Oh, Thomas, I am so sorry, my dear."
© Harry Harper
Beautiful Harry, very poignant and I must admit my eyes moistened at the message here.
If my final sunset can be as gentle as Toms I will be one peaceful, happy soul-god willing hey!
Thank you for your thoughtful response. As we live in the moment, oblivious to the future, hopes of a peaceful ending may cross the minds of many, especially those of us in our twilight years. Keep safe and well.