Heart Sunday

Memorial Sunday

Willie grew while I was away.
Several shoe sizes, shirt sizes,
Heart sizes.

When I realized who this
Stalwart individual was,
Who shook my hand and asked,
How are you?

Willie, I cried as he turned away.
He came, hugged my rueful heart,
And smiled.


Pastor Darlington? No, Mister,
Teacher, Engineer, Father,
Held the place this Sunday
Of the man, with a new tooth,

And re-growing hair, with short term
Memory returning slowly.
Recovering from an aneurism,
As he said, one tooth at a time.

Fondly watched and monitored
From the pews.