My Hero

She sat at her kitchen table staring out at the cloudy day. Tears running down her face. Sadness over whelmed her inside. He was getting older and he just didn’t act like himself anymore. She remembered the good days when they sat as a family around the dinner table, and each of them told about their day at school or work. She remembered school projects that he had helped her with. When the winds in March brought them together flying kites. Days filled with laughter,forming a bond between them. Sunday  mornings packed in the car and proudly drove  to their favorite church. Then after wards they would go to a family’s home for Sunday dinner. She had just come from seeing him at  his home. She had visited on an over night visit. He was cruel. Sometimes saying hateful, hurtful things. Seeming like he didn’t realize who she was. Talked bounced around monetary objects, things we can touch and never got to the point of sharing how much we meant to each other. I loved him so much. I looked up to him my whole life. He was an idol that I worshiped daily. Now there was an emptiness in his heart, and an ache in mine, as I see him now for who he has become . It had grasped him, had taken a hold of him. Nothing I could do would turn back the clock. Tears streaming, hanky in hand, I got up and went in and rest my head upon my pillow. Thank you God for giving me the best gift I could ever have. The wonderful memories of my Dad.

He Needed Love

He sat outside. Rain pouring over his body. He kept moaning but no one was listening.Shivering from the wet and the cold. Hungry. Looking here and there. Wanting to be loved, and yet neglected. Bones showing through.He had been evicted from his home four days ago, and had wandered down the roads. Cars honking, people staring and pointing their fingers at him. He hung his head low and kept walking. Once in awhile he would wander through an alley and stop at a garbage can. He flipped the lid off and went through the can, finding a morsel of food. Once he was going through the trash and another came by and they got in to a fight, with the other one winning. Food was hard to find that day. He got lucky on another day though. A passer by tossed him his left over sandwich. He gobbled it down, barely swallowing. It was the best food he had eaten in a couple of days. He waited near by hoping for some more, but the passer by stood up and got on his bike and left. He sat outside. A dry porch he had found. Hidden from the rain, but not hidden from the person peeking from the inside window. She opened the door and asked him to come in. She offered him a bath, and food. She offered him a seat where he could rest. One day visit turned in to a love affair with the lady and her new dog.