Today is My Father's Day
Realize at breakfast
a foundation of speech.
A fatherly bombast.
He was trying to teach
necessary wisdom.
Mom and I both aghast,
your Parkinson's amassed,
had reached peak amount due.
Confusion of things true,
too many thoughts of past.
Relearning how to walk,
thinking about your talk.
You rely on shop talk
to preach while these thoughts last.
On your mind from our walk
mention bathroom needs a caulk.
Still worship what you preach.
Pinpoint vision like a hawk
before a lost corn stalk,
blinked and missed your wisdom,
or where you are coming from.
Maybe I'm here for milk.
A lifetime I once knew
outside into pure blue.
Before this winters dew
you will lose all your talk.
Medicine, quite a few,
a spin to what is new,
your last tests: AST,
none of us really knew.
Dad where are me and you?
This is more than his speech.
I hope your visions reach,
rigidity, a clue.
Disturbances in REM
cut part of your brain stem.
The Puntine Tegmentum.
Alarm mean Dopa is due.
A faulty chromosome.
A faulty ribosome.
Too hard for us to talk
overcome with our qualm.
A palsy with no calm.
Snow covered overcast.
Great snow drifts have amassed
on drive from work to home.
An agreement we reach,
a moment we can breach.
I broke from my works leash,
a walk to breath freedom.
Each cold breath was a reach
into my lungs with each
grateful stretched muscle knew
the nerves were there to teach.
"Soon that will be gone." speech,
coworkers idle talk.
The reason for my walk.
"You have dementia." speech
saved for the very last,
the palsy coming fast.
Wonder how long he'll last,
I smile at every speech,
let him rule his kingdom.
Alarm means Dopa's due.
I am the one to talk.
