not my father,yes my father

The echoes of his mind, a symphony unheard, A melody of whispers, a fragmented word. He saw the world in shadows, a distorted, fractured light, Where logic lost its tether, and reason took flight. You, his child, a beacon, a steady, guiding hand, Reaching through the whispers, across the shifting sand. You saw the man beneath, the father lost inside, A love that transcended the illness, deep and wide. The weight of his suffering, a heavy cloak to bear, But love's resilience, a strength beyond compare. You learned to navigate the currents, the tides of his despair, To find the moments of clarity, a love beyond compare. Though the path was winding, and the journey fraught with pain, You held onto the memories, the threads that still remain. The laughter shared, the moments of grace, a precious, fragile art, A love that echoes forever, within your beating heart. Author. Betty Miller 12/28/2024