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Today is My Father's Day

Updated on April 2, 2017
Sam with my father.
Sam with my father. | Source

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.


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      Jamie Lee Hamann 10 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you Audrey. Good Morning! Jamie

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      Audrey Howitt 10 months ago from California

      Hugs --this is beautifully done--you love just shines in this

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 10 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you for reading Changing Tides 2331. Jamie

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      ChangingTides2331 10 months ago

      Very touching, I've lived through dementia with a loved one & your tribute brought back some forgotten memories I had. This is a wonderful poem. Thank you!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 10 months ago from Reno NV

      Thank you John. My Mom keeps him busy and besides the occasional grumpiness he seems to be doing well. His palsy seems to only effect his lower extremities. This may seem inconvenient but luckily he does not have the shakes in his hands or arms yet. Jamie

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      John Hansen 10 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Jamie, this is a sad but very well written tribute. Parkinson's and/or dementia are unfortunate things that many of us are touched by. Thank you for sharing this tribute to your dad.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 10 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This is tenderly sweet. Dementia robs so many of their loved ones. I can relate...

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      whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

      This is a wonderful tribute to your father, my friend and I can see that he was such an important part of your life. Blessings to you and family. whonu