Journey of the Heart

In three weeks I’ll accept my diploma, wearing my cap & gown; I should be happy, but I’m truly sad, because my dad’s not around. It’s been almost 2 years, will he get better or ever return; Oh, I miss those bear hugs & kisses on the cheek, I so yearn. For those who don’t know, his heart is sick and an injury in his brain; I’m happy he knows us, and love his smile, though I can’t complain. They refuse to help him and give him the therapy he desperately needs; We’ll move him closer, near family & friends in hopes he will succeed. Through this tough journey, I’ve discovered my calling, my true niche; Dad, I’ll get my degree in therapy to help you & other lives to enrich. The Healthcare system in New York has been hard fight & quite a joke; People have lots of potential, and I’ll show them as my fire, they’ve stoked.