About my daddy now |
This is written from a hospital room. My strong willful dad has been shrunken to a 6’1” 143 lb Skelton. Just a body fed with a tube in his side. He says he wants to die (especially when he wants a drink or food). To be unable to taste a bite or to feel the coolness of running water, must be unspeakable. He must be so scared hidden inside listening to his children speak as though they hate each other. Yea Dad was someone that walked to the beat of his own drum, and did not know how to show emotion except angry ones. Daddy is so far away though I sit at the end of his hospital bed watching him sleep. Dear God He was not the kindest man He was the one you chose To be our dad Now he is so frail Looks so lost Searching for our names and feeling so sad What is it that he would want Sister wants to place him here Brother wants him over there God I know that we all love him Sometimes he doesn’t know us But Lord we refuse to come together We refuse to share He lays here waiting for another place A place to call home A place to belong We argue, we cry Tearing each other apart. This is so wrong Lord, clear his mind Help him to choose you Then you would be his guide He needs you so much We all do too Please give us your peace to abide |