Your father is hospitalized When you're on a trip. You head back readily to Assist your mom. The resentment you had About him melts in the Background and a sense Of gratitude fills you up. The urge to utter that Last 'thanks' gets stuck In the clutter of paying For the medical bills. He recovers anyway. Only to abuse your mom, The way he always did. You translate your gratitude Into an unapologetic elegy That doesn't materialize. But this isn't the first time This has happened, right? Maybe that's how this Father and son thing is. This relationship, Always dissipates- Between the gratitude You can't express and The hateful elegies You almost wrote.