Love Them While We Can
They tied our shoes, took us to school 
Patched our worn out jeans and soothed our fears
And childish fears and listened to our dreams
Somewhere along their golden years
Their hair has lost its sheen.
The notes of hymn one hundred ten crackle when they sing.
Now they are alone, no children’s voices fill their empty home.
We must love them while we can.
The folks that taught us our first words
Still have much to say 
The silver secrets of this world
Lie beneath those crowns of gray.
As they approach the end we change our role from children to best friends.
We must love them while we can.
I’m so sorry about Grandpa Wendy. Glad to see your poem.
Thank you Linda. He has had a couple of good days where he knows people, but his short term memory is very, very frail. He wants to come home and it is so heartbreaking to tell him he can’t come home until he is stronger – physically. I spent part of Saturday afternoon with him listening to a CD I had made for him with some old Johnny Cash and other old “cowboy” songs he has always sung and enjoys. He just smiled and sang along. It was very hard to leave him.
Actually, this is not a poem but a song off of a Christian music album. I love it’s message.
I wholly agree with that.