Helpless
Love, Papa.
When every ounce of being
And every breath of air
Would willingly be given
To change the suffering
Of one so close.
Yet the pain of knowing
That gifts so dear
Cannot alter anothers path,
Render you helpless!
Gold and wisdom
Mean so little
When you cannot fix the broken parts.
And only inner strength
Can pull you through.
Guidance gained through
The reflection seen
In knowing eyes recalls,
That each must travel their path alone
While strolling hand in hand
Toward the brilliance.
Love, Papa.
Jim McKillop
Notes From Papa
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