My daddy
weak in his frame
he knows his name.
I weep when I see him
sitting around,
his head down
asleep in a wooden chair.
I do care.
I wish to share
my words with him
but,
My daddy
has little or nothing to say.
Today,
my desire is to make a
change.
I will talk to him
about his life story,
cranky in his old way,
not a bad man
just difficult to understand.
My daddy
wants attention, he forgets,
he expects me to remember
September, November, and December for him
My daddy
weak in his frame
just in case he forgets
Willie,
is my daddy's name