A Home for Dad
He lives alone in a nursing home
With nothing really to call his own
The beds not his, nor is the chair
Only the clothing hanging there
His photographs depict a different life
Of family fun and a loving wife
His daughters three and only son
Pictures of highlights when they were young
Pictures of a dedicated and charming wife
Who spent most of her natural life
Right by his side, through thick and thin
Until an accident took her from him
Shortly thereafter his world fell apart
It seemed he’d die of a broken heart
He just couldn’t handle living alone
The answer it seemed was a nursing home
I’d have to go out and buy a new bed
And we don’t have the room, his eldest said
His second daughter’s apartment was small
And she didn’t have room for Dad at all
His son it seemed lived too far away
For Dad to ever come and stay
Why he’d be lost out here on his farm
He might even do himself some harm
His youngest said, her husband would fuss
If Dad had to come and live with us
So they decided, each on their own
The place for Dad is a nursing home
We’ve nothing for him to do they agreed
He won’t watch TV and he seldom reads
At times he’s a bit of a problem to feed
And we just can’t satisfy his needs
They bring him up to the nursing home
Cause they hate to leave him on his own
He’ll be with people his age, you see
But he’s still alone, it seems to me
He’s at the age where his family
Is really all he cares to see
And so he waits for a week or tow
To spend a half an hour with you
What are his needs I’d like to ask
Living with photographs of the past
Looking for letters in the mail
To be reread each day without fail
To me, his needs are not many
And his wants are very few
The highlight of his life now
Are the times he spends with you
