But what if
They are your parents,
The ones for whom you
Were never good enough,
Never excelled enough,
Never did enough things to brag about?

But what if
They are shattered into incomprehension,
Fragments of memory
And lack of comprehension
With flashes of recognition,
Before they call you
By a wrong name?

But what if
All the yesterdays together
Have become legends and lies,
Tall tales and myths,
No ownership taken
When signatures go unrecognized?

But what if
Never having heard the sound of shatter
You are ankle-deep in the fragments,
Sinking deeper with each step,
Already deaf to the cries
Of those calling you to rescue yourself?

But what if
You realize many of the fragments are you?

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Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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