I hate my genes
Being in front of a grandmother that has forgotten her own name
And then watching my own father follow her footsteps
Seeing the days go by while they are stuck in the past
In a time where forks and spoons were nameless tools
My grandmother lost the ability to even speak
That was before she left us
She left us not with a smile but with a set of eyes that had glazed over
Eyes that couldn't see the future and couldn't remember why
And when she finally parted ways she did so in her sleep
Because that was all she did anymore
And now today I had to remind my father
That we could not go visit her
And that I was not my sister
And he laughed a pitiful laugh saying he knew
But that night I heard him crying from across the house
Because he knew that he'd end up a broken story
That his years of learning the worlds history was useless
And that he couldn't even remember his own
Or why he got up
And he had forgotten why he was crying
He had forgotten why
So he just fell asleep