They don’t share my reality.
In their eyes.God is a failed conceit
For me, it is the start of morality,
The abiding basis for a good life.
One of my daughters is a lesbian.
I doubt her acceptance into the hereafter.
She doubts my sanity,
And does not want my opinions.
My older girl blames me for her mother’s death.
I loved Grace and lost my life’s compass
When she died.
I wish I had gone first.
I have suffered mightily since a stroke
Cost me proximate recall.
My sister tells me I repeat myself.
She has no patience for my beliefs--- and me.
Still, life is not without compensations.
My neighbors are helpful
And my church is supportive.
But I do wish my brother would stop by.
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