He shuffles his feet, eyes to the ground
Are youthful memories, haunting each shuffle?
I turn to stone as torrential anger bursts forth
Did I ever sit on your knee? I don’t recall!
“Wake up” my mind demands…. you are my father…
She lies in a hospital bed, Angelic
Struggling to speak, but words are not needed
Thoughts of He always loving and first
I sat on your knee, I recall!
“Rest” my mind demands….you are my mother….