“There are Nazi’s in my head,”
Looking upward, his eyes filled with dread,
“But I won’t go where I’m led,
I’ll stay here and fight instead.”
My father spoke slowly and low,
There was only me, I was only to know.
I didn’t let my horror and sorrow show,
But I knew, it was time for him to go.
” I love you and your mother, so I fight,
Things they tell me deep in the night,
I won’t let them get me, I know wrong from right,
All I have to do is, keep out of sight.”
He was losing his mind to the tumor inside,
As big as an orange, on the left side.
It had to come out for I couldn’t abide,
My father’s private war in which he lied.
There can be no greater love, I think,
Than to rescue a loved one going over the brink,
The longer it was there, the further he’d sink,
I couldn’t just wait for his senses to replete.
And so the day came when surgery was here,
But my father would not live to see the next year,
He left us happily catching butterflies in empty air,
The Nazi’s were gone, and so, was the fear. JT.
(End of poem.)