view from a barn

Old barn boards, frame a winter scene.
In it, a story of time long ago...
axes shaping log beams,
the smell of new hay,
children jumping from the loft in the soft piles of hay,
......now quiet.
How do I accept change?
Last week, spent time with my dad.
Getting older, diagnosed with cancer, holding him close.
Someday all barns become quiet.