"I don't know how long I can do this", my mother has said
as we carry my father back into his bed,
because he tried to get up and walk.
He falls to the ground and starts to talk,
But words don't come out, just mumbles and groans,
my dad is sick and it is clearly shown.
To the hospital again, will they ever figure out
what all of these problems and changes are about?
My mom says we might have to send him away,
because we can't look after him every day.
Becka and I have school, we can't stay at home,
mom has to work but we can't leave him alone.
I guess it would be better to send him off somewhere.
Have someone to watch over him and someone to care.
He's to much to handle for us three alone,
and I wish I could help him and always be home.
But I can't and I hope that he knows,
that whatever happens, we all love him so.
No matter what happens dad,
We Love You
