a father's day note (from my son)

the writing was scratchy
wandering on page
as the writing of the aged
the infirm
the old

I woke to sunlight
upon my table
and this card

and with my coffee
I sat

"Even though I may not say it, it means a lot that you're always there for me."

If there is more to life
I have not the imagination
to imagine it
nor the desire
to fill
what is full

I love my son
and beyond that
I am blind