Designs of the Heart

THIRD DAY of the THIRD MONTH
The day was special for Dad
As childhood gave way to adolescence
Wishes, gifts and feasting filled the day

And lo… the years rolled a bit too soon
And he clocked sixty
A secretly planned party was just for his special friends…
How about some white hair dye
Suggested my mom…Coz…not a streak of grey

Merriment took a lull…
As his dear half flew away from the nest.

Though the status of being a grandpa
Had its own charm
The next twenty years were lonely
The last lap…
The fury of the combined force of old age and disease
He finally relented and took the final salute at 84.

The past five years in the sands he lay
With wreaths adorning the mound of clay

Third day of the third month
Dad’s birthday
Today… a sweet memory