This isn't a typical fitness post, but I do believe that mental and spiritual well being all add to the wonderful thing we call wellness. Over the years as I was growing up, my Dad would tell this poem to me every year in the fall. Today, I had the pleasure of calling him to give this poem back to him. In his early stages of Alzheimer's, he can't seem to recall all the words so it was pure joy for me to "give it back to him" today.
Come little leaves, said the wind one day
Come over in the meadow with me and play
Put on your dress of red and gold
For summer is gone and the days grow cold
Soon the little leaves heard the winds loud call
And down they came fluttering, one and all
Over the meadows they danced and flew
Singing the sweet little songs they knew
Crickets goodbye, we've been friends so long
Little brook, sing us your farewell song
And say that you're sorry to see us go
For oh you'll miss us, quite well we know
I love you Dad!
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