To My Father
Poem
By Rita A. Best
When your mind broke down
Like your old Chevrolet, exposing naked
Wires, scratching us with need,
We hung inside your wiry arms
Like unplugged sockets searching for safe
Walls; a hospital would do.
You begged us not to leave you there
Alone. I saw your eyes in me
And almost stayed.
About the Author
Rita A. Best
Mrs. Larry G. Best is a student at Brigham Young University.

