To my Father, recovering from a life-changing accident

Dad and Cynthia, my second Mom and a very special lady.
Dad and Cynthia, my second Mom and a very special lady.

I never wanted this for you

The suffering and the pain

The sadness that remains

I never wanted this for you.

 

When I imagined your old age

I expected gentle days

Projects  and praise

For woodworking and garden you made.

 

When I left, you told me “go”

You blessed my going

And, visiting, blessed my new home.

Always here, always dear.

 

I call, and hear the tears

Reflecting the fears

That strangle your thoughts

And your courage.

 

And I’m not there

You fight a daily battle

And I’m not there.

I never wanted this for you.

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