Dad

In the depths of pain, my heart lies torn, As if I’ve faltered, failed, and mourned. This heavy burden holds me tight, I cry for relief, for a ray of light. My thoughts, they wander, back in time, To see my dad, once strong, now past his prime. Gray-haired, frail, and with oxygen in hand, He stays confined, bedridden, life's demand. His suffering, a slow and bitter blow, I watch him fade, and tears freely flow. My heart, in anguish, beats with sorrow, Helplessly witnessing his tomorrows. The image of him, once so bold, Now suffering, as life unfolds. A sadness grips, my heart in pain, Through tearful eyes, I‘ll forever see his name. I long to halt this painful tide, To find the strength, stand tall with pride, But the path ahead is unclear, I'm lost, afraid, holding fear. R.I.P. Daddy 4/8/68-8/29/23 K.M. 7/28/23