the day i picked my father up
was my first time in twenty four years  
i felt his pain running through my veins
i picked him up i didn’t feel the pain of my
distal phalanges breaking because of his weight
i was going against 108 kilograms of body weight  
at that moment my hands my weight became helpless weak
but i pulled myself up and i picked him gently at that night
i hid his liqours behind the curtains of his room
i undress him from his suit
and changed him into his pajamas
and i put him to sleep
for the first time in twenty four years
i witnessed  my father breaking apart