For my Dad, thank you for the gift of loveSaturday, June 15, 2013
When I was learning to eat, my Dad was there to teach and feed me.
When Dad could no longer feed himself, I helped him eat and rubbed his back when swallowing was tough.
When I was learning how to use the bathroom, my Dad was there to guide and change me.
When Dad could no longer go to the bathroom on his own, I was there to help him.
When I didn’t know how to speak, Dad was there to understand my ramblings.
When Dad couldn’t form the words, I was there to try to understand what he wanted to say.
The poem quoted above was included in my book, "Out of Status".
This essay was submitted to The FilAm magazine.
For my Dad, for whom the American Dream has been a struggle worth fighting for .
Note: The author's father passed away on April 24, 2014.