Tragic Visitation at my Father's Door He woke up feeling quite queasy Into hospital he goes Comatose! Two and a half weeks in a dream-like haze What's reality? What's his fantasy? Will he survive Or is he to die? His life hangs His family clings in hope As he experiences the unimagineable In his waking moments What is his subconcious? Fact or fiction Are mixed in his existence Eventually he comes out of it The lessons had begun. How to sit How to walk How to bathe How to live These tasks he must learn How to grow With lots of prayer His spirit is renewed Praise the Lord! A new awakening! He has recovered. � Elizabeth 21st February, 1995 "I wrote this poem when my dad had a heart attack back in 1994. The fear of losing my other parent was great. I couldn't lose him ~ he had to walk me down the aisle the following November 1995. God's grace was upon him and he recovered. He walked me down the aisle at my wedding, and the photo featured in this border set was taken on my wedding day."