FebulousFebruary 2026: The Old Photograph

Love from the source

The photo shows Dad’s parents, my grandparents Mary & Charles

A smiling moment, captured briefly, in black and white now faded

At 80, Dad asks once more for them, “where is Dad?”

“I think it would be nice” he says “to give my mother a call”.

My heart both breaks and reaches for 

the comfort you once showed.

If we are lucky, we are cradled from the first day we arrive

It’s the strength of love you gave him, that let Dad flourish and survive

This same love holds me steady now, as I try the same,

To hold, protect and comfort Dad in confusion and in pain

I call to you quite often, in this season of the fall

And we do remain connected, from the source into this earth

Though you died a long while past

As each life stage arrives in turn

I appreciate you anew

And give thanks for who you were and are

Your presence sees me through

These days I am reminded 

when all is said and done

Many details, plans and strivings 

No matter, they are gone

It’s deep connection, love and closeness

That we call for in the end

we are all forever bonded

A truth that comforts in the sunset

What’s been given from the start.

Emily, Glasgow