It is time

Poem:  It is time

A poem dedicated to my Uncle Darrell and the parkinsons that he fits with on a daily basis

It is time 

Patiently I wait for them to come

Look at my phone, did they text,

two times or maybe even three.

Nope, no message has come through

As it turns out that my Aunt

just simply missed the turn

cause never has she learned

to trust Google Maps

It is time

I go help him out of the car

We really are not that far

So happy I am to see him

Are you ready to eat, you look slim?

"Yes it is Faby's cooking that I came for

Now we had better go in" 

It is time

Each step we take along the floor

one step, two step, three step, four.

It seems as though you are walking better

He replies "No I still have my fetter

"It always seems that my feet 

are lagging further behind,

Really just before my eyes"

It is time

That passes as we walk to the door.

Almost 100 full moons have scored.

Much more time has passed for him

For it all seems slow when he moves his limb.

Each step seems to be a big score,

He is just begging for more.

It is time

as we pass the entrance of the door

That darn doorsill is a huge sore.

tricky it is to pass across

He just needs to show who is boss.

He started his therapy at first sight

For it started to restrict bit by bite.

It is time

as he sits down at the table

this motion is not very stable.

never does he stop because he still is able.

Help him, cause if not, he could be unable. 

There is hope that medicine will take effect

for pills and oil keep him in check.

It is time

for us to give thanks to the Father

Humble prayer is never a bother.

we bow our heads with much gratitude

This will bring us to a greater altitude.

it is through that higher power 

That he goes by each hour.

It is time

that we eat our dinner

He digs in like a winner.

With both hands he puts focus

No one really takes notice.

His body has changed a little

Carved away by a whittle.

It is time

for him to go home on his feet

til the next time we greet.

we wish each other well

For sometimes it could be a long spell.