Written by Yvonne Livingstone-Kania
I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care.
I had a chance while you were there.
It’s just that I was unaware.
I never saw you shed a tear.
I did not know you had been hurt
You always seemed fine to me
But when you said, “I feel like dirt.”
I sensed something I could not see.
There was a hole inside,
A wound for a life so alone.
Because someone could not abide
A sin for which you should atone.
Despite your pain you handled it well,
Met all the obligations that you bore.
You cared for me that I could tell
I just knew there had to be more.
Had you taught me what I know now
I could have tried harder,
I just didn’t know how.
We’d be much more than friends.
I washed you, dressed you, help you shave.
When we went out I helped you walk.
I helped you see things.
But through it all we did not talk.
If I could do it all again
I’d hug you at least twice a day.
I would try more to ease the pain.
“I love you,” is the least I’d say.
My memory of your last night
Is comfort for which I am glad.
I held your hand, time to aid your ‘flight’
I said, “You did a great job Dad.”
God bless and goodnight.
Text © Yvonne Livingstone-Kania
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