My father’s keeper

No one wants to live
to see their parents
become children, dependent,
vulnerable, leaning on canes
and walkers and others.

The mourning. The shift
from child to care giver.
The exhaustion.

No one wants to see it, to live
it. Roles reversed.

Guess I should have
checked out when
I was six.

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