He sits upstairs, most of the day.
Most of the night.
Most every day, most every night.
He tries to fit in
He tries to be helpful
He tries to be wanted.
He is
But these people are too
Dysfunctional to show it.
Hiding from the dragon lady
He's been sitting upstairs
Alone
For twenty years.
I wish I knew what to do
When he comes down.
I wish I knew how to show him
How much I care
And appreciate
And love.
But I am too dysfunctional to show it.

I hope I don't do to him
What the dragon did to the towerman.
I hope we don't do to our spawn
What they've done to me.