Days ago, tried in vain to teach Dad to use cell phone
Wrote down instructions with a crayon on sketch pad
Beside his hearing aid on the dresser lay the phone
Yesterday my cell phone tweeted its greeting
Wow, I had a call from Dad
Something clicked in his brain
And, he wasn't afraid to try
To call and ask "When can we start driving home?"
Snow, for once coming down
How to explain home is here and now
"Couple of hours and we will talk!"
Home for Dad is tottering around his own house
With his own agenda
Making his own one ounce of food
For he and Mom
On Thursdays deliver Meals on Wheels, to others
Even though Dad and Mom are starving
Dad laying on the floor for three days
Mom sends away neighbor, cleaning person
"I can drive!" emphatically he declares
I declare, "You have no memory
You cannot put numbers together to make sense
You drive on the wrong side of the road
You are stubborn to a fault"
Same, same, same
Week after week
Unlock Cottage door
Dad will drive Mom home
No car, no keys, snow roads, no understanding
Dad MUST drive home!