A GUEST

A GUEST

He walked in rather slowly
Distinguished and proud
I might have startled him
With a voice so loud;
A very wide smile
Lit up his handsome face
His family soon joined him
Carrying their suitcase.

Smalltalk and conversation
Flowed effortlessly
I noticed that he didn't say much
Especially to me;
The women did the talking
Two sisters and a wife
He sat beside my old dog
Seemed so happy with his life.

Later on he went with me
As I walked my dog
One could see the new moon
Wrapped inside the fog;
He talked a blue-streak then
If you know what I mean
About himself, years ago
What he'd heard and seen.

At breakfast the next morning
I asked him what he'd done
For a living, in Pennsylvania
Raising his daughter and his sons;
He just could not remember
At the age of seventy-one
So his wife spoke up to tell me
He'd been a Minister, God's son.

The smile never left his face
Tho Altzhimer's had set in
Slow to move a little bit
Quieter than some men;
But when he smiled at his wife
His Angel sent from God
I got all choked up
And missed my brother, Rod.

Same age, same look, same wit
How I miss them both
One is dead and one has left
For their home down South;
I have had many guests
And though I liked them all
When he walked into my heart
None seemed half as tall.