~LEO’S OLD SILO~

With courage and trepidation,

he packed up the family into the truck.

He had, he felt,

run out of luck.

Only the kids and the valued possessions

made their way into the truck.

He stood looking up

at his name on the silo.

Heart heavy and afraid

he gathered the courage

to depart to the West

where he’d heard

opportunity awaited the hard worker.

Last night, 

he laid dying.

His heart obstructed,

the courageous heart of old,

had betrayed him

while he laid on the floor.

This morning, 

he rests after a night

of medical fine tuning.

Leo almost went to meet

that old silo in the sky.

(my Father-in-Law)