To A Forgotten Father

by Kester Henrick

Who are you?
What are you?
You can't be the same person my Mother 'fell' for 25 years ago
I find it hard to belive as the only thing you care about is your drugs these days
Your medication
You are constantly fixated on them
You have been married to them for just as long

I've tried to imagine what a day with a healthy father might be like
No medication. No back pain or other problems you claim you have with your body
Would you talk to me then?
Would you accept me for who and what I am?
Your son.

It's always good to dream