While he has been battling it for six years, Alzheimer's is now getting taking it's toll on my father. In spite of this disease, we are still blessed with some wonderful moments and memories. This morning after a difficult night, he had his favorite book of poems and decided to read this one for me. It was beautiful.
Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle—face it; 'tis God's gift.
Be strong!
Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?"
And fold the hands and acquiesce—oh shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not—fight on! To-morrow comes the song.
Maltbie Davenport Babcock
1 comment:
This is so touching...I love the poem. :)
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