My disabled father lives with me.
He needs a bypass and a new knee.
I'm harboring a lot of animosity and disrespect.
Most of it comes from years of absence I suspect.
Stopped to visit him when I was sixty one,
To learn that he didn't think I was his son.
Imagine growing up in an atmosphere like that.
How could I possibly respect this cat?
Out of duty I have opened up my home to him.
Now my patience is running really thin.
Please God; I want to get this right.
Just help me make it through tonight.
(This poem was written for a contest about caring for our elderly parents.)
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