Bountiful Fare

daisiesnfld: Bountiful Fare
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Carefully he helps to lower her gently
Into her chair while he feebly stands
With trembling hands no longer steady
They grasp the cup with both hands
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While the sun had yet to rise again
They made it through another night
And while dark the outside world remained
Undimmed within, shines loves light
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A presence there well known to them
Sits once again to share their table
And with heads bowed to give their thanks
Blessed them once more and kept them able
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He helped cook and did the dishes
She managed laundry and the floors
Although they rarely heard the ringing phone
And it took a while answering the door
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They couldn't make it without the other
He leaned on her, and she on him
She was his ears, he was growing deaf
He was her eyes, for hers were dim
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They were each other's company
For few now ever passed their way
Too many seemed so busy with lives
That kept them occupied every day
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They lived most times in the golden past
Memories sharp and clear they shared
Of children grown with homes of their own
The blonde, brunette, and the red haired
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Where once a table that had sat many
Now serves just the feeble two that share
The memories, sorrows, the laughter
Joys of being blessed with bountiful fare
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© DaisiesNfld

AMomentInTime: Magnificence! You write so beautifully. I am transfixed, heartwarming images abound through your words..