Monday, 24 August 2009

My Dad

I remember the landings, the hurt from the war,
But what's that chaps name, the one from next door?
What is the time now, should I get dressed?
Two pairs of pants, three pairs of vests.
What are they saying, what do they mean?
Are those clothes mine? are they dirty or clean?
Is she my daughter, my wife or my aunt?
Do I really have to water that plant?
I cannot remember the month or the day,
I don't understand you, what did you say?
I sometimes get muddled, an ache in my head.
Did I eat dinner, or breakfast instead?
The doctors appointment, I cant think when,
I'll fold up those tissues again and again.
I know I' a muddle and hard to be with,
and don't understand the world that I live.
Where are my keys, are they left by the door?
How can I remember, how can I be sure?
You look like my daughter, she doesn't live far,
and I am happy to see you, whoever you are.

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