Long Lovedad Poems
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He comes to visit twice a week
He only stays a little while
He tries to talk to hold his hand
He knows you can't understand
Dad sits in his wheelchair
Looking out the window
Daydreaming of being free
Looking to see what ever there is
To see
Just not looking for me
His mind has left him
His body is weak
He is a fragile old soul
His spirit is meek
He doesn't know me
Or anyone at all
He searches
For the past
In his heart
What was first
Remains last
I hold his hand
He clings to mine
He mumbles and stares into the air
I brush his balding head
With my hand
I wish I could stay longer
But Dad doesn't know
I see him for me
I see him for me
I'm his host and he my guest
Just for seconds
A minute or so
His eyes see me
His face smiles recognition
I smile and close my hand
Into his
Thank you Dad for your visit
It was good to be with you again
I wish we had longer
But I really must go
This place is nice
They take good care of him
So twice a week
I see him there
And I hope
He visits me
Visits
Yes, they called me the fool, The Jester ,the class clown
Younger brother of Anthony Vincent: Athlete renown
All star quarterback, number one forward , pitching ace
The town and high school news paper, front page: His Face
Mom and Dad send Ant to Yale and I go to the Vietnam War
Over there my mind inhales the atrocities of torture blood and gore
.I envision when they took Jimmy Jones, ripped out his tongue
Cut his eyelids off, crucified him on a small knoll ,facing the sun
Watching from my bamboo cage immersed up to my chin
Hearing poor Jimmy’s groans and moans over and over again
The leeches, water snakes, and marsh rats gnawing at my flesh
No longer felt like torture, unlike Jimmy : I could see each new day fresh
Wide spread insanity among my troop and I was the most deranged
While being insane I had devised a plan, my brother’s death was arranged
Through the G.I. bill I bought a home on a small knoll: facing the sun
Doctor Anthony Vincent, Why not stay at my house: brother number one
Hello, MOM, is Anthony there? Hospital just called he didn’t show at work
Anthony Vincent Missing for 72 hours I laugh at my parents tears
Mom, Dad, I feel so bad, the number one son, You’ve Loved all these Years
Son ; you saw Anthony last , please tell me is he Dead or Alive??
In order to not tell a lie; looked my Dad in the eye and Answered - YES
Inspired by Elaine George's Contest "Tell me a story"
Lady Elaine George -- Is this " POE " Enough?