I am sentenced
to watch
just watch you suffer
unable to do anything
to reduce the agony
and make things better
as your eyes beseech me
and implore that I not stand there
helpless
shaking my head
making inane sounds
as you writhe through excruciating moments
I, who am supposed to know
the answers
merely by the pecking order
of parenthood
know nothing
except to make one more
seemingly futile appointment
And I wait for the day when
your feet, once poking out through my skin
walk the hallways of my life
and you stride again
with your smile and
soul intact
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