Refugees of Reason

Dad

He affords me space,
he always has,
and even now
as he sits bemused,
perhaps unaware,
in his wheelchair
and mumbles,
he affords me space
to contemplate:
he needed so little,
and took much less,
this is strength
where some
once saw weakness
(including me).
This father,
my father,
led a life
that showed his sons
how it is done
and I could wish myself
to be as generous
to my own as he was to me.

~ gtk