LOVE | DEMENTIA | POETRY

For Somebody, I Love So Much, But Knows Me Not!

We remember their love when they can no longer remember.

Photo by Andre Ouellet on Unsplash

“Where are you going, Papa?”, I asked.
“I’ll be heading home now.”
“But this is your home,
why leave now?”

“My kins are waiting
I must prepare my things!”
And then he puts,
his stuff in a tiny eco bag.

Curiously, I snapped back,
“Wait, who are those
waiting for you then?”
Readily he answers,
“My mom and dad,
and my siblings!”

Poor old father!
He thinks,
like a little boy again.
To lessen our arguing,
I just helped him
pack his clothes and crap.

And on and on,
I kept telling him,
“Be good,
stay at home,
for I will see you again soon.”