His life's stride gave way to halting steps, then yielded to a cane that kept him upright. Later, with both hands on a walker, time and infirmities sat him permanently in a wheel chair. One day as I pushed Dad down the hallway he slowly reached out to touch the cane that was still leaning against a wall. We paused there for a moment as he grasped the silver handle.
With a quarter turn and a half smile he whispered to no one in particular, " Ah, those were the days."
© 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Willow at Magpie Tales.