Shriveled Alone the man in the wheelchair sat, head bowed bereft of comfort,
Shrunken well beyond what he was in years not so long past,
In a place he would rather not be, a journey he neither desired nor wants,
Yet knowing this is his life what little he has left.
Many "if only-s" run through his head,
Knowing that nothing could now be done
The knot now tied cannot be loosened,
His past is written in stone.
Still he hopes when loved ones appear,
Seeking ways to let them know
That now he understands what his actions put them through
Though words are still hard in coming.
His son walked up and stood before him,
Just like his dad in his younger days
Yet different in the lessons learned
From the wounds his father visited upon him.
The young man looked upon his dad remembering the horrible past,
Then knelt before his father’s chair, and in a low voice said I forgive and understand.
Weeping for the first time in his life, the father clung to his son
Amazed at the gift of live freely given to him, in the mercy shown.