His eyes show angst between us. I struggle to say his name.
Didn’t I see him walking? He was active on the beach.
He offered advice on medicines? What’s wrong with this mans speech?
There is something that I recognise. His body I’m not so sure.
His smile? No, that is different. The feeling now is raw.
The glaze in my eyes has lifted. The tears escape my face.
I never thought it possible. There’s defeat on this mans face
I’m staring at my father. Not in body, nor in mind.
So who is that I see today? Why can life be so unkind?
Even if only fleeting, thanks for showing some true "Dessy" signs dad. We can't wait to get you back!