As he’d become demented later on in life, he’d left with the broken pieces of his memories, and, because we were his kids, it’d become natural, that we had to, pick all of it back up.
Left us with the broken pieces of his memories, because he’s very irresponsible, since BEFORE day one! He’d never been known, to take responsibilities, to OWN up to what he’d done, just cried to his mama, and, naturally, his mama had, come and wiped his ass for him, even AS he was already an adult too!
Left us with the broken pieces of his memories, but why? Why were we supposed to, carry all those pieces that got broken from before with us? They’re not ours, we didn’t break them! Left us with the broken pieces of his memories, after he was diagnosed with dementia, he’d regressed back, to infancy, needing our care and attention 24/7, and there were, so many times, I wish I could just, STICK him into a home, and leave him there to ROT, but, I just can’t, because in the end, he was still, my father………
Left us with the broken pieces of his memories, and we’re supposed to what? Just pick it up, gather them together, piece it all back, and hand it back to him in its entirety? Heck no! He was the one who was irresponsible, left us all, abandoned his wife and children, whored around, and his dementia is still the effects of his BAD karma!
still NOT my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 