I went yesterday to visit my husband at his assisted living, Morning Star Memory Care. The story is in the poem below.
With a little Google sleuthing, Heather, the young caregiving attendant found that Adeline died two years ago.
Here’s the picture of the book and what fell out of it….
For the Giver of Books
A Book of Prayer
By Helen Steiner Rice
Was found on the bookshelf
By a visiting wife
Trying to find him
Her husband’s dementia
was causing her grief
But opening it up
Its stiff spine told its story
This book never read
Was like a book with no glory
Like a doll never played with,
Dressed fancy on shelf,
Collectible car fifty years still in blister
Or a heart never loved
This written word, its pages not turned,
And heartbeat never heard.
Oh Miss Helen, your book!
She’d now take a look
Then out of the middle
Tumbled postcard, old photo
Of a lady who’d received it
As a gift long ago
Quickly flipped back to the title page
Where the giver had inscribed
“To Adeline, in Memory of Paul, 1995”
The penmanship fancy, quite alive
She’d wonder, pausing the read
To study that photo, who was she
This Adeline whose gift
Has finally now been received
Leaving the book but thanking the Giver
Of life and hope and happenings
This book on prayer, that God is there
Found timely just like everything