To My Father

When your mind broken down
Like your old Chevrolet, exposing naked
Wires, scratching us with need,
We hung inside your wiry arms
Like unplugged sockets searching for safe
Walls; a hospital would do.
You begged us not to leave you there
Alone. I saw your eyes in me
And almost stayed.

Published in BYU Studies Autumn 1974

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