moving closer

He’s older now – and frailer, his footsteps not so sure,

He lingers for a moment – outside the shut front door,

The house, his home of fifty years or more,

No longer his.

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He hopes

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.

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Reluctantly he takes the arm of one who’s standing near,

His failing health and frequent falls her ever present fear,

What if, with none his cries for help to hear,

He lay alone?

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She feels

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.

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The years have all too quickly passed, the months, the years, the days,

Her memories forever strong, his fading in the haze,

It won’t be long the parting of the ways,

They know too well.

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Slipping away,

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.

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Author: Peteaird

Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk. I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition. If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.

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