Fading

He was an avid reader
At least a book a week
Now I see him struggle
With what the words mean
He used to program computers
Now he can’t even turn one on
He can answer a land line phone
But his cell phone is a mystery
Slowly life is taking him away from me
One lost memory at a time
I wonder if tonight
He will even know my name

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) –¬†avid

On The Lake

He was an avid fisherman

Would cast out his line

And be off in another world

Lost in the peace of the day

Soaking up the sun

Admiring the view

Living in the moment

Focused only on the rod

Waiting for that first slight bend

Hoping to catch the big one

 

I have to believe

He is still out on a lake

Catching one after another

At the whim of the wind

Wearing the wings of an angel