Killer of Good Common Sense

When he ask of me
I did

When he needed
I gave

When no one was there for him
I arrived

When he was sick
I helped him
And cared for him
And provided for him

And when he was lonely
I called to keep him company

I treated him like a father
Because own father was
Taken long ago by cancer

I treated him with respect
Because he was married to my mother
Long ago
Long before I touched the earth

I did for him because I knew
How his own daughter
The blood of his blood
Mistreated him
Lied on him
Hurt him

When she almost got him arrested
When she almost got him killed
Many times
I warned him of the dangers
But he waved me away

When he got sick
I did the leg work
Like I always do
While his daughter
The blood of his blood
called
Everyone to say
“My father is sick
And I do not know what to do”
While watching him lie in pain

All her family members’ replies to her were the same
“Are you not an adult?
Call 911, fool
3 year old can do
a simple thing
but you 33 can not realize to do that?”

when the hospital treated him
and was about to
release him

I called everyone to arrange a ride for him
And I had for him
transportation

He would walk out from the hospital
And walk home
After I told him to wait
So he would not have to go home alone
But he walked home in his poor health

Two days pass by and I hear he has called everyone to say
He accuses me of incest with another relative

Only because I knew but did not tell the reason I knew
Why his daughter
The blood of his blood
and he are so close

I know they sleep together
Saw with my own eyes
I know what they did as her children,
his grandchildren played in the next room
But never told anyone
Because I was still in disbelief
Over what I saw

Over the anger he felt from his daughter
the blood of his blood

But he turns it on me
He forgets
I am the last one to stand by him

When he pushed everyone away
To be closer to his daughter
The blood of his blood

I put up with him when he hurtfully
reminds me I am not his daughter

But see
The blood of your blood
treats you like dirt
and she should treat you better
And here I am
not required to do anything for you
but I do
like a real daughter should

But what hurts the most was what he said to me
He said no one helps him but his daughter
The blood of his blood

I told him that I do everything for him
While his daughter
The blood of his blood
sits on her thumbs

I do for you and you go about and
Treat me like garbage
And talk about me as if
I’ll never hear
And then to lie about it
When I heard you say it
And you know I heard it
But lied anyway

“Know this old man
I will never, never
Lift one of my slender fingers to help you again
Okay, maybe one
But this one isn’t to help
Just to show what you can do

You killer of good common sense
And I hope your daughter
The blood of your blood
Watches you die
For she will be the death of you