by
Patrick O'Leary, Toledo OH
On
that perfect day
Everything
seemed so gay
Heat
stroke on the brow
As
though we all were about to bow
In
my mind's eye this was only a glint
An
imaginary splint
Of
a perfect life
As
the months fade on by me
I
begin to realize the importance of life
A
lesson only that has came to be
Filled
with plenty of strife
She
sat at the dining room table
Only
being able
Trying
to figure out a game of solitaire
Even
though she wouldn't dare
Throw
away her game
Just
for a lonely name
Not
a big fan of those reunion water fights
Though
they were funny sights
She
dared
To
play her solitaire
On
a dreadful morning
She
woke up longing
Only
to find her spouse barely breathing
Quickly
she was to his aid
He
was barely moving
At
last, the bed sheets were made
Caring
for a grieving mother
Weeks
she spent fearlessly
Driven
by only her love
For
whom heaven calls back
This
is the end of an adventure
No
one would even want to venture
The
time has come, this game of solitaire
Is
finally over
Though
no one would dare
To
ever look at that deck of cards the same
The
dry colorless spots fill a destiny of life
That
might've been filled with so much strife
Weathered
and torn, these cards show us a new meaning
All
we should be caring for is the simple pleasure of enjoying
A
life, filled with strife
Makes
the memories even stronger
So
they can go on longer
From
generation to generation
It's
the only coordination for a safe resolution
The
times when I had a cold
You
never did seem old
Though
we did seem to make it so
Yelling
at the man in the chair
With
a cold stare
Filled
with annoyance we all became
Yet
we understood
That
your last game of solitaire be fulfilled
With
a life, that many can cherish
To
hold close to their own
To
feel warm with their own
Leave
this saddened world
Leave
all of your pain behind
So
we all can find
That
you've been set free of burdens
Your
maker has called you back
With
this you must go without a lack
Of
conscience
Teary
eyed we all may seem
But
I deem
Your
last game of solitaire
I
could only dare
Say,
it was the best
At
the least
And
so now you go
With
all of our best interests for you to stay
But
all of this we have to say
We
have to let you go
Enjoy
the scenes from a memory that have been displayed for you
One
day maybe we can play our game of war again
Or
watch each other, play solitaire
For
regards of my Aunt Kathy...bless her heart.