I suffer.In love, I watch my children.Son plants green cacti,deep into the fine, brown soil.Pleased – eager.He learns, looks to me – curious.Daughter marvels at orange, red,yellow marigolds during summer.I hug her.She points.Son prays.I weep, wail.He kneels.Young, I know.Daughter bows at feast time.Sunshine, rain – the dayneed no matter among children.Disease throughout me.Restless emotions – … Continue reading Loving Father