Pictures Assembled From Memory

I live with each foot in different worlds, 
one in one the other in another, 
blessed beyond all belief, 
father of two daughters, 
I wear a crown and they are the jewels, 
having a son, 
the Lord has favored me in all ways, 
all i ever asked for he has given me and more. 

There are twists in the fabric of time, 
they are confusing and they leave me puzzled, 
i have become locked out of their lives and replaced by things that they need more than me, 
disregarded in favor of adolescent fads and them wanting to do things for themsleves.

Please mind your own business, 
stay out of it please, 
do you think I care what you think? 
Do you think that you have anything to say that I need to know? 

These twists in the fabric of time, 
leaving me in constant despair, 
spending to much time trying to smooth out the wrinkles, 
left behind, 
now my hands are worn out from the constant motion of trying to get your attention, 
my voice is hoarse from calling your name over and over again. 

(I still wear the crown with your jewels upon my head...)

I don't seek a pedestal, 
a place for statues to look down, 
I am no sculpted hero, 
I am no actor, pretending on a stage, 
but I do put my thoughts down on the page, 
these twists, 
full of change and despair, 
sleepless nights, 
constant push and pull. 

T.S. Deary 
5/23-2/24