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Dear Daddy

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I hope the researchers hear what I have to say,
Because I know what caused your dementia to this day;


Sure you were a Boxer, World War II vet,
Chazzerei, Cigarette,
Alcohol
A Fall,
AAA procedure
Requires anesthesia,
A woman you were not
Then I’d list scripts that make you less hot
Hormone shots the answer?
To your prostate cancer;
But what did you in
Without question
Was the depression
From your brothers sin;


Thank you big pharma
Seroquel, Lorazepam, Morphine
You were part of my team;
This helped me with the detour
But it’s no cure;
If it came in a prescription to fill
Boy that would be some amazing pill;


Statesmen, the generous, the good Lord
Thank you for coming on board;
I guess there was no choice
After listening to the caregiver’s voice;
That intense care
Where others would not dare;


It has been two years today
Andrew and I tried so hard to delay,
You thrashed around
In such despair
Trying to rise from your chair;


“BEVERLY/CHURCH!!BEVERLY/CHURCH!! BEVERLY/CHURCH!!”
That’s all you could say


Your hands held out
I knew you needed to pray;


This calmed you a minute
I promised the truck is coming, the truck is coming;
Soon you would be in it;


Strapped to the gurney
Silent as could be
You entered your final journey
Remembering only me;

LOVE, YOUR DAUGHTER, 
BEVERLY BRADLEY-COLIN

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