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I Saw My Father Again Today
He’s never different
He’s never the same
I said, “Hello, dad”
And we played our game
We talked for an hour
It only seemed like a minute
But I had to go
There was a time limit
I packed up my things
And I wiped my eyes
Each moment I cling to
I don’t want it to die
I got in my car
I left as I came
It would be so much easier
If he could just remember my name
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I had a dream the other night about my father. It was in the distant future. I was in my thirties, visiting my dad in a retirement/assisted living home. I guess I’ve been afraid recently because my dad has started to develop signs of Alzheimer’s or another form of dementia, and this dream scared me. I remember it quite vividly, and the entire fleeting glimpse just hit me straight in the chest with a weight of sorrow and loss. I don’t want to tell my mom or dad because it’s not something I want either of them to worry about right now, so I released the sadness through this short piece. While it is not one of my best pieces, I still hold it close because of the meaning it holds for me, and I hope you enjoy it as I do.