Dad is sick.
Again we are at the hospital.
To hear him scream at us, profanities.
Cry for us to help him.
To feel him push us and yell.
We change his diaper.
and wipe him clean.
While he screams for us, at us,
not knowing it is us.
He calls my name while he pushes me
in panic and rage.
To hear him cry to go home.
To hear him cry for us to help him.
To hear him curse us as we try to help him.
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