I am walking on the
staircase.
The staircase of a lifetime.
Each creak and crack;
Pieces of the past,
Stains of the soul,
Chips of the heart.
Time stopped for him,
And like that he was gone.
Towards the middle I sensed his strength.
Of the way his life seemed to come together.
A few steps later I felt the calmness,
With kids growing up,
Finally he started to breathe.
He walked slower,
But with a jump in his step.
For he had created a life,
And molded a family.
Finger marks of the way his hands gripped the railing as a boy.
The way he would lay atop,
Upside down,
And look at the room from a different perspective.
When you get to the bottom and the wood starts to creak like hell,
You realize we all walk the same staircase.
And as he entered that final step and reached the plateau,
A young baby cried at the bottom, slowly holding on-
Grasping to the wood we all walk up.
