another April post,
not a nice one.
.
there was once you worried about my weight
and there was once i worried about my weight
and i still do
.
and look at me, dad
the love i have been searching now turns to handles on my hip
the sacs that has decided to be friend with gravity
the bags i have been craving and now are hanging right under my eyes
.
just at the time i have them all
the weight you want me to bear,
the love you want me to find,
the joyous fatty laugh that won't leave,
but strangely they make me worry about you
simply because you are just less heavy than i do
.
and here comes the time i am worry about you
i have become you
get well soon, pap.
