Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I've never seen my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears as we talked and I could see;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever